The Reverse Stooge

Good morning. The sky is clear. My dog is a good boy. Trump is old and ill. He's globally reviled. He's universally distrusted. He's also heavily medicated - you can tell by his increased gaffes, uneven energy, and super-short fuse that he's a physical, pathological, and neurological mess. He's so desperate to convey grandiosity and avoid humiliation. Everything he speaks to, is about that. The lies are more obvious and exposed now; the hyperbole is more fantastical and tiresome now. His incredibly corrupt self-centeredness now defines him. He is miserable, so he inflicts misery. He is damaged, so he is a damager of all things, who can't leave anything unsullied. He's a parasite, a pariah, and a putz who is trapped by his own aberrance, incompetence, and diminishment. These are eventful days. And while you're living and doing and thinking and feeling, try envisioning his demise, too. Because one way or another, it's coming. Have a nice day!