Monday, April 29, 2024

“I Am The Storm Clown” 🀑

I remember saying to him, ‘Donny, let’s just be human,'” Platon recalls of a portrait session with Trump. 
"We’ve all followed your career, no one can doubt it’s an extraordinary career path you’ve had," Platon said he told Trump. "But there’s always something about you, there’s always an air of tension and controversy about things you say and do in public, and I’m sure it’s intentional on your part. But it feels to me as if you’re in the middle of an emotional storm. I can’t live with that anxiety all the time. As a fellow human being, I’d like to know how you weather the storm.” 
It was at that point that Trump looked at Platon and said, "I am the storm." 
“I had those words ringing out in my brain,” Platon told Amanpour. “Through the election campaign, through his presidency, through his post-presidency, and now we’re in another cycle again. I keep thinking to myself, ‘There’s only one person who can navigate perfectly through the storm,’ and that’s the creator of the storm.”
Trump is probably referring to that once favorite t-shirt art about the warrior and the storm, where Fate (or some such imaginary entity) whispers to the warrior: “You cannot survive the storm,” to which the warrior answers: “I am the storm.”

Trump was never a warrior, and he was never the storm. He’s just a puffed-up toad with a checkbook courtesy of Daddy, living in a bubble of people he pays to tell him what a warrior he is.

He’s not scary, he’s delusional. Anybody else remember how Nancy Pelosi handed him his ass, live and in person?

Trump centers in chaos because he couldn’t administer a two-car funeral procession. It’s neither cunning nor clever; it’s an inability to work with people, because nobody else is him, and he is all that matters. Walt Nauta talked about Trump leaving papers scattered on the floor of the Oval Office each day, leaving them for others to collect. That’s neither strategy nor control; it’s indifference. It may be his way of imagining he’s in control. But now he’s in criminal court, finding out what real control is, and he doesn’t have it. He whines like a petulant child that he can’t go to Barron’s graduation, or Melania’s birthday (she was nowhere to be seen in pictures from MAL when Trump got there anyway), and how he couldn’t attend the Supreme Court hearing on his appeal (he dropped that one pretty quick). And no one cares. He can’t accept it. He can’t change it. He really is what Biden called him: a six year old child.

A six year old child would say “I am the storm,” and think himself tough and strong and maybe even brave. But a man in his late’60’s never would.

Trump is not the creator of anything except his own demise. Had he never run for president, nobody would notice him now. As it is, four jurisdictions will have him face criminal charges.  “Storm,” my ass.


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