Donald Trump, your secret fears are coming true. And I am laughing.
Think of Donald Trump’s personal qualities, the bullying, the greed, the showing off, the misogyny, the absurd third-grade theatrics. We have long referred to him as ‘The Donald.’ He is the only person in America to whom we have added an article before his name. It wasn’t because he had attributes we admired.
Almost 53 years ago, when I was only 10 years old I came to know all too intimately my own capacity for evil and you can read all about it here: Why I lose arguments — recognizing my own capacity for evil . Now, as my beloved Debra DeAngelo commented, I was a little kid cornered in a desperate situation and I used the weapon I had on hand — but to this day, I remember the face of the girl I destroyed with a mere five or so minutes of words alone. I was twice her strength easily, had a good 25 lbs on her or more — I could have harmed her past repair physically and she couldn’t’ve done a thing about it, but I didn’t. I didn’t have to.
Why? Because I knew her secret fear — the thing that shook her, kept her up at night, and I proceeded to prove incontrovertibly that it was true. I can’t imagine much more brutal than that outside of physical torture.
The look on her face has kept me holding my tongue ever since. Even with the most irresistible temptations, I will lose the argument rather than use that global thermonuclear psychological weapon.
Today, the muzzle comes off. Today, Donny Babyhands, it’s your turn. You’ve earned it.
Today Paul Manafort was convicted on eight counts (CNN’s article about Paul Manafort’s convictions).
Today Michael Cohen, who knows where most if not all of your bodies are buried, plead guilty to eight counts as well (CNN’s article about Michael Cohen’s convictions). And these two are just the beginning of the delicious sideshow of your undoing.
From the first ill-considered moment when you decided to run, suspiciously on the heels of a roast where President Obama let you have it, I was on to you. I knew what you were. I was an abused kid and we always know. We know because we were raised with monsters and we had to keep careful watch, calculating how dangerous they were at any given time. Because of this, we have a secret weapon that should scare the snot out of anybody.
We know your secret fears. All of them. And we’ll know within minutes of meeting you.
Donald Trump, you are going down, and you are going down in the most public, most humiliating way possible. Your every criminality, your every malfeasance, your every act of pettiness, cruelty, sexual deviance, dishonesty, thievery, misogyny, xenophobia, homophobia and brazen racism will be exposed for the world to see but this time without the power of the presidency empowering and protecting you.
You will be exposed as the small, venal, paltry, vile old fool you are. The world that already despises you will laugh at you now — contemptuously. You will be avoided and shunned by all except those who either remain deluded or who think there might be some blood to be sucked out of your wizened, rotten corpse.
People of true power and influence will have no interest in you at all. You will no longer be of use.
Putin, Kim and Duterte will scorn you as the weakling you are — pathetic.
You will die alone, surrounded only by those who have something to be gained from you. Ivanka will probably stand by you, and perhaps Eric and Don Jr., but none of them will have forgotten how you treated them inappropriately or threw them under the bus or dismissed them.
They don’t love you any more than you actually love them. Because nobody loves you. Nobody even likes you anymore. They’ve seen too much. They know what you are. The mask is off. The curtain has been opened and we’re paying attention now to the man behind it — and we’re both unimpressed and disgusted.
Donald Trump, you are going down and the world will be laughing — and celebrating — as you sink into the oblivion that is nothing more than you deserve. Ultimately you will be remembered as the worst president this nation has ever known. The only benefit to your existence is the imminent collapse of the Republican Party — and those mosquitos will have buzzed off and away from you as fast as their spindly little wings could carry them.
As for me? I will dance on your grave — a conga line is already scheduled. There will be a mariachi band and piñatas and all the invitations will be in colloquial Mexican Spanish.
And I will laugh and laugh and laugh.