With each passing day, Donald Trump appears more like a marionette. A vengeful, angry, soulless, manipulated yet somehow manipulating puppet, looking older by the day.
He’s an enigma, I guess, but not in a good way. He is the point man for all the pernicious actions being taken and words being spoken. He’s in so deep now that he may go into full-on beast mode before too much longer. He’s taken all his psychological and emotional baggage and used it as fuel for his ongoing, ill-advised quest.
I’m not convinced that “cornered rat” will ever apply to him, though. He seems to have the Midas touch when it comes to avoiding consequences, and this may follow him even into death, at which time the pain and stupidity which have become his calling cards will thankfully fade away. Then he will become a footnote swept into the dust pan of history, where he rightfully belongs (of course, not before he signs one last Executive Order stating that flags should fly at half staff for a full year, especially during any subsequent Inauguration ceremony, if we still have those).
I wonder what kind of stuff will be in his library. Whatever may find its way into those pseudo-hallowed halls, it is likely to be written from the perspective of a “winner.”
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