I was disappointed by the interview with Dr. Justin Frank in Salon. It makes good points, but I strongly disagreed with some of his conclusions.
First off, it was definitely too “psychiatric” for my taste, with the: “Mommy didn’t really love me,” focus.
I’ve known the son of a powerful New York Mafia don. He told me that there was some huge number, in the hundreds, of black Mercedes limousines in his father’s funeral procession. There was a significance in that to them. We were best friends. He died in Vietnam.
He told me this: (and I will never forget it). “They started telling me when I was a brat kid that everyone is just as crooked as everyone else. That no one is any “smahta,” that that’s just the smartasses talking out their asses.” And they hate experts and smartass know-it-all assholes above all things (except, maybe, boredom). They adore swearing.
The reason that Donald Trump lies is because it is his code, and he wants to be, and brag about being, the very best at what he does. But they all do that:
They brag about how many wives, and how many Illegitimate children, they have; and in how many places. And they brag about who they know, and how many people they killed.
They are, for the most part, not mama’s boys. They hang out on the street corners, stealing first grader’s lunches – when they are fourth graders. Getting in fights. There’s no shame in that; there’s tremendous pride. Papa might say: “Yeah, so the Kid got popped, at least he’s showing some friggin initiatives.” It’s a lifestyle, a culture; and like religion, you make a decision about the same time that you reach puberty, to go that way. And if you do, that is your life from that moment on. Until death.
But Donald has had his reality shattered – taken away: He learned the most awful thing: he learned that there are honest people still in this old world. He learned that the “social injustice thing,” is about something real and that there are some who would lay down their lives for justice; and many who have. He has learned that there are people, like Hillary Clinton, for instance, who aren’t the least bit afraid of him.
That shook his world. And it angered and insulted him more than he could have imagined would ever be. Everyone and everything that he had ever believed in was being insulted, by his way of thinking. They say that it’s difficult to look the bastard in the eye, but she had, the “First Lady,” and it stirred the fires of hatred in him like nothing else ever had.
Now, Hallelujah, President Obama has thrown down the gauntlet.
Want to get down to the nitty-gritty for a mo’? I mean deep down inside the nightmare that is Donald Trump’s brain?
Trump is a libertine, he gets his jollies seeing people suffer. For instance: You can’t make a dead man cry, but you can his wife. That’s libertinism. His followers too. They don’t even have to do actual harm; they get their rocks off just imagining harming a helpless young mother and her child. And don Don (he wishes) gave his soul entirely to a world of brutality and animalistic disregard for life. He made the decision when he was a teen. He doesn’t know anything about any other way of living.
Trump is extraordinarily limited: he doesn’t understand why anyone should disapprove of anything that he’s done.
He can’t remake himself. That’s one thing that I agree with Dr. Frank on. In one sense or another, he must be destroyed or locked away for life.
There are two things that I’d like to mention, that are usually studiously avoided:
One is that we have no idea how bad Trump actually is. Think of Trump in the lawless world he oozed out of, “unfettered.” I hate to think that he’s been restrained to this point. I think that he’s capable now of anything. If he is unfettered in our everyday world, then many will die.
And second is that Trump is far from the worst of the kind. Even the people close to him: like his father, and Roy Cohn; may have been predators and confidence artists extraordinaire; and Trump is just a poseur. They are, collectively, actually, and in fact a far more dangerous virus than COVID-19.
Our problem is that we find it difficult to conceive of the level of malevolence and malice Donald Trump is capable of.
It doesn’t matter how many die to him.
I don’t really think that whether or not Donald’s mother was demonstrative is all that important, considering that he was raised by a pack of vicious wild dogs. For some reason, the pack gets my attention. And a simple learned behavior. Compounded by a complete culture of violence, criminality, and vulgarity.
Or maybe, Mom just had better taste.