Trump: The chemistry of bad (with added tiny hands song!)

Not infrequently, I will slap a comment on the rabble sounding boards of Slate.com or MotherJones.com. This is in the nature of a knee-jerk, balancing emotional catharsis, akin to throwing up when nauseated, or staring back when someone stares at you.

Today’s:

“I can see why the Democrats are afraid to impeach Trump. He was so ingenious – so uncannily ingenious – to know that nearly half the U.S. population could be hypnotized by its hates. This has been intimidating to them.

“In fact, he knew nothing of the sort. It’s his particular brand of primitive Narcissism that caused him to assume people are as psychologically immature as he is.”

Among all the disturbances of character this president embodies, the nature of his assumptions, or “emotional philosophy,” must be among the most repugnant. I believe the sentiments – and pretty much the concepts – of decency and warmth, love and benevolent feeling – were killed in him, by family, in his early childhood and immediately replaced by alternate survival values. Psychologically attuned people know that for many children, love has been replaced by the provision of material goods. In reality, these “spoiled” children are the deprived and empty ones. In Trump’s early life, love was replaced by material goods, winning and defeating.

There are different ways a person may think he feels “good,” different chemical compounds in the brain that can be self-defined as a positive or happy feeling. But I think we can know that not all of them are valid. We are deluded by our thoughts. Extracting the thought, the chemistry of revenge feelings, of mocking someone, of acquiring needless riches, of having power over individuals and unnamed masses, of lying and getting away with it, of offending allies, of acquiring sycophants – could not possibly be the organic nature of human health, stability, bond, love. How can we say it is happiness?

I believe there can be no doubt that the president, like other narcissists, solipsists and sociopaths, sees people as surrealistically, almost insanely, as someone with severe Derealization Disorder would. That dissociated person doesn’t observe three-dimensional human beings, but rather automatons, wind-up toys moving by program and mechanics. They trundle and zip on a background of two-dimensional stage props, cardboard trees, painted buildings. We won’t know this is what he experiences: It is his internal problem. Trump cannot see your heart as a good, as formidable. It’s his kryptonite. Close to him, it would make him feel the pain of his safely walled-off heart. He cannot grasp your benevolence: It is manipulation or weakness. He does not look into your eyes and see a soul, but a cross-purpose. He wants to marginalize those like you and be around fellow emptied people who support his defenses, don’t challenge them. Beyond the specious “positive” of his sense of perfection, there may be one type of optimism that he can feel: the belief that most people share his heart-gutted values.

Trump’s organism has always been the poison of deprivation and alternative morality. To survive, his mind has had to say poison is nourishment. To know real good, real love, would be to know his deprivation and abortion. See how the spoiled child kept taking from his father, well into adulthood?

Trump was lucky, we suppose in a sick way, that so many people have grown up with survival good, with loss they’ve had to run from. They have proven his optimism. A showman, he could hypnotize them by their anger, hate and hurt. He knew nothing. He could only assume. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aGBI-XFNkE. Not to mention, the leaves bowed down when he walked by.