Donald Trump, versus The World (of Reality)

Our fantasist president, inheritor of a fortune so vast it would have been hard to lose, fancies himself a scrapper but he's delusional, beset only by himself. Scraped, he was, more likely, from the bottom of a psychological shoe--our hideous, unowned darkness.

He is the thing we most fear but can't recognize for what it is because it's both horrible and the essence of us, the accumulated, festering worst of us--the monstrous, simmering product of decades of self-righteous, exclusionary, defensive, exceptionalist denial. 

We have become monstrous because we thought we were, by definition and divine right, incapable of it. Now we are crap and encountering ourselves in an antihero who is the agent of Satan, the prince of (our) darkness, here to collect the debt we owe on our souls.