Trump inherited so much money he could have sat on his ass. And been richer than he is, as has been shown. But he ends up in dire straits. As a matter of compulsion. And as he is today.
And it's not an addiction to risk. Maybe secondarily. He's bringing the world around him into compliance with his internal reality. Of being so incredibly tiny and worthless and vulnerable and unlovable.
Of only being able to get what he needs dishonestly. Or by force. And by lies. And the world he's bringing into compliance with his internal mess is now, well, the world. A country, at least.
His pathology is swallowing up everything in its path. People in non-delusional bad circumstances can relate to him. No matter if theirs too are exaggerated. Like America's working class.
So they vote for this piece of shit who represents the party that destroyed their lives and will destroy them further. I didn't say it made sense. It doesn't to mentally and emotionally healthy people.
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