The Lunatic In The White House

 

 

"For decades Donald Trump stayed juuust slippery enough to dodge humiliation. When legitimacy felt shaky, fake gold wandered in to solve the problem. Giant glowing letters. Decorative clutter with the aesthetic profile of a casino lobby trying desperately to convince you velvet rope equals Versailles. Rooms that look like somebody panic-shopped “wealth” at three in the morning while muttering, “More columns. More marble. More shiny shit. Make it scream billionaire.” When desirability felt shaky, fiction arrived carrying tabloid gossip, whispered fairy tales and the deeply weird little theater of calling newspapers pretending to be his own PR guy because admiration had to be confected, exaggerated, dramatically lit and repeatedly sold back to himself. When competence felt shaky, television rolled in with flattering light, dramatic music and a fake fucking boardroom where bluff briefly dressed itself up as brilliance and half the country briefly mistook performance for substance.

The entire tawdry operation.

A lifetime spent trying to silence the same unbearable noise.

No one wants you.

No one likes you.

You’re not smart.

You’re not strong.

You’re not special.

It’s why the towering letters matter. Why jackhammering his name onto things matters. Why the spray-tanned pageantry matters. Why the pompadoured cosplay matters. Why the whole gaudy, grasping, gold-plated grandpa circus matters. He spends an astonishing amount of psychic energy trying to convince himself, let alone everybody else, that the image still matches the carefully constructed fiction he has been selling to himself and to everyone else his entire adult life."

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