This article in Salon may be the most important article or essay that you will read this year, or possibly for the rest of your life. Dr. Lee has cracked the code.

Something is wrong with Donald Trump. Something is wrong with Republicans. Everyone sees it and most accept it. He lies pathologically, as though he has some great need to lie, some craving. It’s like he’s taken a little kid’s boast, and gamble, that no one can tell him what to do, and stretched it to the extreme: “No one can tell me what to do, because no one is more an expert than any other person, there is no such thing as expertise, that’s just all bragging (even if you studied at the university level for 16 years in your field, as psychiatrists do), and I can actually outperform all the doctors in the world because of my superior magic, and my supernatural intelligence. There is no such thing as a “good, better, or best,” nor is there any such thing as “quality.” Learning is pointless because it is all pretended like I pretended. Everyone is as dishonest, and as ignorant, as I am. Everyone lies and steals, it’s human nature. Above all, I am the most intelligent, and important, person who has ever lived, because I know it to be so. I am perfect, and everyone else is crazy. Everyone says so, except those “damaged” people who are jealous, petty, and small. They envy my perfect greatness, my undefeatable and superior logic, which has defeated logic. I have perfect intuition, that’s all that I need.”

Dr. Lee makes sense of Trump’s pathology. She defines him medically, and so well that we begin to feel that there may be a solution, an antidote, to Trump and Trumpism. They are diseases. They have causes. And terrible consequences. Like the virus, if we don’t stop them, and put an end to them, they may put an end to us.

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

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