You know I should be sittin’ in an air conditioned, office in a swivel chair. Talkin’ some trash to the secretary, sayin’ “Hey now Momma, come on over here” Jim Croce Working at the car wash blues I am just over 2/3 of the way through Mary Trump’s book, Too much and never enough, and I am enjoying it immensely. But the more I walk hand in hand with Mary through her Uncle Donald’s psyche and mental make up, the more I realize that it’s like playing hide-and-seek with Hannibal Lecter in Freddie Krueger’s house. This is one seriously disturbed gerbil. Donald Trump has spent his entire life desperately touting himself as a truly self made man. He loves to regale people with the fact that he took a measly $1 million loan from his father and turned it into a multi billion dollar real estate empire in Manhattan, Atlantic City, and elsewhere globally. This is, of course, pure, unadulterated bullshit. Fred Trump Sr was the sponge the built an empire, and his son Donald was the spigot that largely pissed it away. But if you take away the money and the business, when it comes to emotional and mental stability, Donald Trump truly is the original self made man, one of a kind. All five of the Trump siblings, Fred Jr, affectionately called Freddy, Maryanne, Donald, Elizabeth, and Robert, grew up in a dysfunctional, emotionally abusive household. Fred St was a true sociopath, concerned with only two things, Fred Sr, and his burgeoning empire. His children were a necessary evil in search of a replacement to extend the empire. Their mother, Mary, a woman with physical and emotional problems of her own, was at best an indifferent mother, except where the boys were concerned, where she was absentee. She felt that the sons were Fred St’s purview. Starved for parental affection and nurturing from their earliest days, all five children grew up with emotional scars. Donald learned young. For whatever reason, from the get go, Fred Sr decided that his heir apparent, Freddy, was lacking. In an effort to toughen him up, Fred Sr regularly belittled and castigated Freddy in front of his siblings. Desperate for his fathers approval, Freddy chose honesty, admitted his failures, and promised to be better, which only earned him another heaping helping of shit. By the time he was 6, Donald realized instinctively that a richly veined line of bullshit was far superior to the truth, since it saved you a chewing out. Which led to arrogance. By the time Donald was in grade school he had a near permanent sneer on his face. When his father chose not to rein that in, it led to bullying. Donald started bullying everybody, his siblings, his classmates, even his mother, whom he refused to even give the time of day when she attempted to discipline him. And when his father not only refused to discipline him, but gave tacit approval to his budding killer instinct, outright cruelty followed, and everything went to hell in a hand basket. With his father’s unspoken, but tacit approval, at the age of 10 Donald had never been successfully disciplined. And at the age of 10, Donald had the seminal moment of his life. Seated at the dinner table, with his siblings and parents around him, Donald […]
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