Trump's mojo is in tatters. He's been running from a reckoning forever. Bullies pick on people who can’t fight back trying to prove their worth to themselves, as it's mirrored back to them. They seek validation in adulation and domination. They use other people. They contribute nothing. Trump's life is spent avoiding knowing his vast inadequacy, the rich boy's dilemma. But it's happening.
The world watches. Trump, meet Herr Donald, courtesy of Iran. Courtesy of a reflecting pool. Courtesy of a botched anniversary bash. Courtesy of measles, explosive diarrhea and such accomplishments. Courtesy of masked thugs reviled on the streets. Enemies emboldened, allies embarrassed. The African death count won’t go away. We will remember. On and on, most of it impending.
The worst is coming. ICE funding goes through the roof. After the election, by design, Trump will unleash Terror in America, his signature domestic program of reform through violent intimidation. Deficits are coming like never before, huge bankruptcy, Trump's talent and special skill. He's got his war now, on credit. Republicans are leaders and leaders start wars. Way to go, Donald.
You fucking dumbass. With a 'B.'
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