Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Husks of Humans

I'm suffering from a failure of imagination. I can't imagine the void. I can't imagine a void like Trump. He wins what might be the biggest contest ever, without a lot of political debt, and all he has to do is hire some good people and behave himself and he will be loved. 

Doesn't he want to be loved? There's no love in Trump's world. Only ambition and advantage. Trying to fill the void. It can't be filled. It's a waste of resources. The need is  too great. And since Trump hates himself there's nothing to build on. There's no love in Trumpworld.

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