It was my bad luck to stumble across that Access Hollywood clip last night, where the Giant Pustule made his grab them by the pussy comment.
That and 12,000 other examples of behavior behind the pale again reminds me how the GOP leaders — an oxymoron if there ever was won — have abdicated their constitutional responsibility by refusing to stand up to the Puke-in-Chief.
What has this got to do with nature? Even nature produces a few fruits so rotten they have to be squashed, so the rest of the crop — us — isn’t contaminated.
Trump is, truly, some form of sociopath. He really doesn’t feel empathy towards other people. He is as sick a human being as I have ever had the misfortune to fuck up my life.
Yet he’s president and he might be elected again! Sad, beyond sad.
Here’s an old piece on this, all dated of course, but the premise is still relevant I think.
By Bob Quarteroni
Donald Trump has it bad, so bad that it’s one of his defining psychological traits and explains so much of why he acts the way he does.
Katagelophobia is the fear of ridicule, being put down or embarrassed, according to common-phobias.com, which says “The origin of the word kata is Greek (meaning put down), gelo is Greek (meaning laughing) and phobia is Greek (meaning fear).”
We’ve seen this in Trump since this unexpected political polyp first emerged, in the offense he takes at anyone or anything that makes fun of him, from SNL’s Alec Baldwin to filing a suit against comedian Bill Maher over a joke suggesting his mother was an orangutan.
No, a sense of humor is not a big Trump trait. As MSNBC’s Mika Brzezinski said, Trump has “no humor. This is a guy I’ve never seen laugh.”
But this is his crowing k-phobia moment: His decision to not attend the annual White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner.
Yes, the Big Frown has decided to pass on the yearly Washington “Nerd Prom,” where the rules are relaxed and journalists and the press take on each other, sometimes lightly, sometimes pretty close to the bone, and where the high point is always the president’s performance in this saucy give-and-take.
This has become an honored tradition in the Capitol and the sitting president has attended every year since Ronald Regan in 1981 and he had a pretty good reason for not going. He was recovering from being shot in an assassination attempt.
What’s Trump’s excuse? Excuses, rather.
Well, first of course it’s that thin skin, fat ego and self-importance. Trump doesn’t laugh, he just scowls. And as Oscar Wilde said, “It is a curious fact that people are never so trivial as when they take themselves seriously.”
And boy, does he take himself seriously, so seriously that the idea that he might be made fun of, even in a respected, time-honored setting has led him to decide to take his ball and go home: He’s not going to play because the other kids are so mean to him.
And, of course, he’s never gotten over the skewering he took at the 2012 Correspondent’s Dinner when then president Obama had a field day with Trump, who turned increasingly red and who seemed to lose his neck as the grilling went on.
Referring to Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice television show, Obama said: ‘You fired Gary Busey. And these are the kind of decisions that would keep me up at night. Well handled, sir. Well handled.”
All to loud, sustained laughter, which was like acid rain to Trump.
Those fears are mingled with his unhinged loathing of the press, railing at “fake news” and the “failing New York Times” and his tweet that the “press is the enemy of the American people.”
Such a distorted view of the Fourth Estate – compare it to Thomas Jefferson’s “If I had to choose between government and a free press, I would choose a free press” – is just another example of his inability to accept anything that he doesn’t agree with.
It’s human to want to be liked, but that desire is not what is needed in a president of the United States, who needs perhaps the thickest skin in the world to do his job right, and not be put off – or worse, distracted – by the slings and arrows of others.
As President Harry Truman so famously said, “If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.”
But Trump’s psyche is apparently so fragile that he can’t stand being embarrassed or ridiculed – or even accept the possibility that it might happen.
He’s not a convent girl, but the most powerful man in the world, and what this fear says about him is beyond scary, it’s perverted.
To have someone with such a huge load of psychic baggage leading the nation – and always in the presence of the “nuclear football” – is the stuff of nightmares, only it’s happening in the light of day.
And no one in the position to deal with this – especially the alleged GOP leadership – is doing anything other than making nice and quietly hoping he’ll go away on his own, which he won’t.
How far will this damaged pseudo-tyrant have to go before they drop the blinders and see him for what he is: A dangerous narcissistic with far too much power?
Pray we find out before we have to head for the fallout shelters.
As for me, I have my own fears and quirks and there’s one phobia that is very central to my being, and it’s been working overtime recently:
Again, according to common-phobias.com, “Tyrannophobia is the fear of tyrants. The origin of the word tyrann is Greek (meaning dictator) and phobia is Greek (meaning fear).”