When I look in the mirror, I wonder "what happened to that handsome young man? Oh yeah, he got old."
When Donald J. Trump looks in the mirror he apparently sees a combination of Cary Grant, George Clooney, and Superman.
He truly believes that he is a ridiculously attractive, vital, sexy man. Indeed, a Love God. A hugely successful business man, the envy of all. So intelligent that he knows more about, well, everything, in every field, than all of those so called experts.
This is a level of delusion that is truly breathtaking.
And all of his remaining supporters, the dead-enders if you will, must see the same thing.
Their level of delusion is also truly breathtaking. And by now it's painfully obvious that there is nothing that can be done about it. We will just have to be patient and let them all die out. And they will, either by avoiding vaccines, road rage, alcoholism, opioid abuse, playing too much with their bang-bangs, or just a backup of bile.
Back here in the real world, the relatively sane world, we see a morbidly obese grifter, in a badly fitting suit, with a clownishly long tie, and wearing more makeup than many drag queens, selling bibles, trading cards, anything he can think of, to the drooling simpletons that worship him. A lifetime con man criminal who has cheated everyone he ever did business with, blown through his father's fortune, gone bankrupt many times, and bows down before any strongman "Daddy" he comes close to. I guess the members of his cult need a "Daddy", too.
Hey, now here's an idea!
Trump Mirrors!
Look into them and see what you want to see!
Look into them and be what you want to be!
It's all a delusion anyway, so why not?
And here's the catch phrase:
Trump Mirrors: To Hell With Reality
