Good Weekend Widdershins!
Let’s face it folks: the man is batshit crazy. We’ve known it all along. We saw it demonstrated on tv for all to see during the primaries and the general election. We have seen any number of suggested reasons for his behavior: he has a short attention span, he has ADD or ADHD, he could be dealing with dementia or could have sundowners syndrome.
I had a couple of pieces bookmarked with give some different diagnoses. This article from The Independent suggests he has “malignant narcissism”.
In a bid to warn the public, psychologists are publishing their diagnoses of Trump. Most recently, John D. Gartner said Trump “is dangerously mentally ill and temperamentally incapable of being president.”
He believes Trump shows signs of “malignant narcissism,” which is defined as a mix of narcissism, antisocial personality disorder, aggression and sadism in Campbells’ Psychiatric Dictionary.
Meanwhile, this article from The Daily News suggests a few other symptoms and other issues.
The fuzzy outlines of President Trump’s likely mental illness came into sharper focus this week: in two interviews with major networks, he revealed paranoia and delusion; he quadruple-downed on his fabrication that millions of people voted illegally, which demonstrated he is disconnected from reality itself; his petulant trade war with Mexico reveals that he values self-image even over national interest; his fixation with inaugural crowd size reveals a childish need for attention.
“Narcissism impairs his ability to see reality,” said Dr. Julie Futrell, a clinical psychologist, who, of course, added a standard disclaimer because she has never actually treated Trump. “So you can’t use logic to persuade someone like that. Three million women marching? Doesn’t move him. Advisers point out that a policy choice didn’t work? He won’t care. The maintenance of self-identity is the organizing principle of life for those who fall toward the pathological end of the narcissistic spectrum.”
Call it what you will, we know what he is: Batshit crazy.
I have found a few songs to go along with the theme. There are tons and tons of them out there but I concentrated on the crazy songs concerning those who are truly disturbed. My selections are below and feel free to contribute your own in the comments.
(2) Fight ~ Little Crazy
(3) Metal Church ~ Psycho
(4) Criminally Insane ~ Slayer
(5) Institutionalized ~ Suicidal Tendencies
(6) Stone Cold Crazy ~ Queen
So there you go Widdershins: a half dozen songs about mental illness, craziness, what-have-you in celebration (?) of our 45th President and Commander-in-Chief of the military. As always, this is an open thread.
Country over Party
Six words, that’s it. If we’re lucky, by 2018 we won’t even need a noun or a verb to finish the thoughts.
Come for the chaos, stay for conflagration. This is the Dolt 45 fine-tuned machine.
Yesterday’s performance was a guided tour of Dolt 45’s brain. In 77 minutes, he demonstrated what I have so inadequately tried to explain. He is the San Andreas of emotional fragility. He’s not going to change. You saw what stress does. Behavior patterns become more pronounced.
Dolt 45 is not crazy. He’s a 70-year old man who has never worked an honest day’s work in his life who likes to watch television and tweet. He believes he’s infallible because he doesn’t know what the word means.
Setting up warring factions in the White House ensures he is the eye in a hurricane of chaos. It provides him the self-esteem he so desperately craves and the charade of power sustaining his veneer of legitimacy.
Let me try to explain. Think about the best, mind-blowing, earth-moving sex you ever had. That is what yesterday’s press conference was for the citrus pustule. As he said, “I’m having a good time doing it.”
Here’s what I know from studying leadership. Any organization centered on charismatic leadership (personality-centric) rests upon clay feet. It is like the Platte River – a mile wide and three inches deep. It evaporates in the least bit of heat.
Crises are not planned via e-invites. They are coming. Whether it is a natural disaster, a Horizon oil spill, an incident in the Strait of Hormuz, or a terrorist attack, the time is ticking down. It won’t just be a failure; it will be a Category 5, Frontline documentary fiasco. Failure is simply the non-presence of success, but a fiasco is where anarchy apportions anguish and adversity.
This weekend troubles me. It has been almost 84-years to the day since the Reichstag Fire. It was a planned provocative act of arson to set emotions ablaze. This weekend event in Florida has a certain suspicious air about it. Nothing would change the media’s attention faster than paid insurrectionists rioting at an event where Dolt 45 is whisked away by Secret Service. Just sayin’.
Currently among Republicans, SCROTUS (So Called Ruler of the U.S.) is at a more robust approval rating than either Bush or Reagan was at a comparable time. The symbiosis is complete. Congratulations Dr. Frankenstein, it’s a boy.
And this brings me to the Country over Party part of TRICOP. Never before has the reverse concept been so clear to me. I’m guilty of mindlessly accusing Republicans of prostituting themselves as Party over Country and Power over Country, but when a future drapery salesman from South Carolina is your party’s lone moral compass, the GOP ain’t exactly writing new chapters for Profiles in Courage.
Here’s the takeaway: The Republican Party will allow this orange stooge to do immeasurable harm to the country in order to eviscerate FDR’s New Deal and Johnson’s Great Society.
There is an ugly, angry, maniacal lust at work to deprive twenty million poor people of health insurance in order to allow the One-Percenters an obscene tax break. I lack the intellectual capacity to understand that. It isn’t just the repeal of the A.C.A. It is also a rollback of Medicaid that happens to be the primary financing mechanism for the country’s nursing home/end of life care.
The gobsmacking piece of all of this: To finance the lipstick for the piglet they are going to pass off as a “replacement,” they are proposing taxing some portion of employer furnished health insurance.
Here are a few highlights from the first 25 days:
For those poor, over-regulated, underappreciated oil companies, they will no longer have to report their payments to foreign governments. Anti-corruption is so déclassé.
If you are keeping score, this weekend we will be spending $1,240,000 a day to protect Trump Tower with no one home, another $3.0 Million for another Mar-a-Lago golf outing, and about $200,000 for Uday and Qusay Trump to open their Dubai golf course.
Finally, if you are a policy wonk like me, we can be alarmed that Dolt 45 swatted away 50-years of U.S. policy supporting a two-state Middle East solution as easily as he would a Citrus Whitefly. And if you were worried about that pesky dust-up over a “One China” policy, it seems to have ironed itself out quite coincidentally with the granting of Chinese Trump trademarks.
For those 70,000 under-educated white guys in the upper Midwest: Is America great enough yet?
What’s on your mind today? Spasibo. Never too early to learn some Russian.
Don’t blink anyone! You might miss a major development from the White House. The Drumpfster Fire Shit Show is showing no signs of slowing down. No amount of Russian hooker urine can extinguish it. It’s the Chernobyl and the Fukushima meltdowns combined and the fallout will span the globe. Although not if you ask a Republican. Everyone is just great if you ask a Republican! Everything is going according to plan…
In a matter of a day Drumpf held an emergency situation room meeting in the middle of a dining room and fired/accepted resignation/encouraged retirement of a man named Flynn. First, the Mar-al-Lago disaster. Picture it: Drumpf, Japanese Prime Minister Abe, wives and friends, are having a wonderful $20,000 (give or take) dinner surrounded by dozens of their closest friends/donors. When suddenly news arrives that North Korea (which would within the next 24 hours assassinate the rightful heir to their throne by two female assassins who poisoned him with a dart in the middle of a Malaysian airport!!!!), anyway, before a 007/Jason Bourne assassination of a perceived rival and brother, North Korea’s demented leader launched a missile towards Japan. So naturally, Drumpf and PM Abe go into full Presidential mode by hunkering down at their dinner table, cell phone flash lights activated, figuring out how to respond. Their dozens of closest friends/donors are witnessing this, taking photos, posting to facebook. Because an international crises as reality television is where we are right now. This is all perfectly normal! All the Republicans think so! HRC’s e-mail server: bad. Classified documents about a rogue/crazy country that may start a nuclear war disseminated and discussed in a crowded room: good. Nobody wanted to miss the entrée. When you paid thousands of dollars for access, you better get a good show.
Oh, and let’s not forget Rick. Rick is The Man. Rick carries a briefcase with him that contains the nuclear codes. Rick is posing for photos with guests. Rick is The Man!
And then, if you can believe our lives, that wasn’t even the craziest thing that’s happened all week. The crazies thing that’s happened all week (writing this on Tue night) is we are finally getting real evidence of Russia setting up a Kremlin satellite office in Washington DC. I won’t go into the Michael “Lock Her Up!” Flynn details because we are watching this shit develop in real time. But as of now, Rethuglicans still don’t think there’s any reason to investigate anything. Paul Ryan, McTurtle, Chaffetz, all say there’s nothing to see here and let’s move on. Rand Paul says it’d be crazy for Republicans to investigate other Republicans. And it’s hard to argue with his logic! Give this for Rand Paul: he’s not lying. He’s not pretending that there are any principles at stake. It’s all about party loyalty. Which was an interesting thing I realized when I was talking to a Republican friend on Monday. She doesn’t really care about Trump one way or the other. She just cares that a Republican is in power. She detested “Barry.” She thinks McTurtle “is a pussy” who allowed Barry to get away with everything. Hillary is the biggest criminal ever. So there we are. For many people who still support Drumpf, it’s really just about Republicans being in charge.
And Mike Pence is being built up as the victim in all this. Supposedly Pence had no idea Flynn had spoken to the Russians about lifting the sanctions. LOL. Is this just the beginning of setting up Pence as a man of principle who would make a great POTUS-46? And do you know who else is the victim in all this? Michael Flynn if you believe this nonsense.
In any case, so far HRC’s only comment on this topic was a re-Tweet of a comment by Philippe Reines.
I get a feeling that the only person who might be enjoying all this insanity is HRC and maybe Obama.
I also think that considering Hillary Clinton’s vast criminal network and the trail of murdered bodies she has left behind over the decades, Michael Flynn is lucky to still be alive.
In the meantime, do not unbuckle your seatbelts. There is a lot more of whatever this is to come. Even as I write this CNN says they have names of Trump campaign officials who spoke to the Russians, but not releasing names yet because they are waiting for comment from the White House. And Drumpf’s staff, which includes a former contestant from his show, getting into a physical altercation with a reporter. Or maybe not. Apparently a secret recording was made but it may have been edited before being played for some journalists. This is our life, welcome.
I leave you with a song I’ve been listening to for a couple of weeks, since I’ve discovered this remarkable young singer. Troye Sivan is 21 year old South African/Australian and this song, “Heaven,” is a balm for the soul. He wrote it about the pain and joy of coming out as gay, for all the people who have done it before him and for those who will do it in the future. “Without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven? … So if I’m losing a piece of me, maybe I don’t want heaven.”
That’s what we’re relegated to – brown M&Ms – a steady diet of nothing but brown M&Ms. Expect nothing more for the foreseeable future.
When I saw the official poster of Dolt 45, that’s what I thought about – brown M&Ms.
A bit of explanation is in order. In the heyday of Van Halen, they had a rider in their contract forbidding brown M&Ms. For you whippersnappers, Van Halen was a very popular pop/rock band in the 1970s.
While the rider looked like an eccentric indulgence of entitled first-worlders, it was really a stalking horse provision. Since Van Halen used massive, ear-piercing amps, there was always the fear older venues could not accommodate the weight of the massive equipment. If there was a failure, it would endanger everyone – band, crew, fans alike.
The rider was placed in the contract as a signal. If the crew found brown M&Ms backstage, they knew someone didn’t read the contract and more importantly, didn’t read the technical requirements of the riders. Brown M&Ms meant: Danger Will Robinson – check out the equipment, electricity, performance rigging. In short, watch for haphazard, half-assed preparation leading to dangerous sub par performance.
So far, these first three weeks of Dolt 45’s administration has been nothing but brown M&Ms. (Forgive me for linking to an Andrew Sullivan essay, but it does have a couple of brilliant observations.)
Just spit ballin’ here, but if you were going to say, “throw a huuuuuuge inauguration,” wouldn’t you take the time to proofread the official poster? To do otherwise, would be “unpresidented”!
It’s just like the list of fabricated “terrorist attacks” where attack was spelled “attak,” attacker was spelled “attaker,” San Bernardino lost an “r” during an “attak” of the letterists, and there’s a new country called “Denmakr” that our map-lover-in-chief will never be able to find.
If you can’t do the little things like let spell check win, you can bet the big things like Yemeni raids aren’t getting the attention they demand. What can you expect though since it seems the White House is just a weigh station between golf outings at Mar-a-lago? This latest weekend jaunt was just product placement for selling memberships to well-to-do Japanese.
By this time in my life I should realize that intellectual consistency is too great a burden to expect from politicians. Who can expect them to remember the issues to which they swear fealty as they bark and bray?
For instance, remember all those times McTurtle and any number of other no-chinned, pillowish, chalk drones warbled, “Consistency! We must have consistency! Business growth demands consistency! Obamacare and job programs and immigration reform do not lead to consistency! We must have consistency!”
Heard any of those voices recently? Not a one dares cross Lord Commander Marmalade. They live in fear of his tweets. Like an electronic Typhoid Mary, they quiver and quake at Twittering Donald.
And remember Obama’s apologizing to the world causing the U.S. to be seen as weak? Now we just apologize as we turn the lights out on U.S. leadership worldwide. The most alarming thing I have read is that Darth Bannon sees inevitable existential conflicts in both the Middle East and Asia. Dolt 45’s ineptitude is driving stalwart allies like Australia toward China.
While the disappointment of the stolen election is still painful to us as we settle in to the Putin/Bannon/Drumpf administration, we can take solace in the fact a woman is leading the free world. If only it was Hillary. It looks as if Chancellor Angela Merkel is the hope of global progressive democracy.
Until we grow tired of our lying national security incompetents, our war hungry puppeteers, and our Russian overlord, we will just have to stomach those brown M&Ms.
Take the conversation in any direction you might like. I sincerely hope everyone is feeling better and Contrask, your surgery will be topmost in our thoughts and prayers. We look forward to when you can again — Jump!
After the week we’ve had, we have earned a few minutes of unadulterated chillaxing. Fredster is under the weather and feeling quite unwell. Beam him some telepathic healing energy.
Since this is Grammys weekend, I thought we would start with the five songs competing for Record of the Year. Of course, “Hello” I have my favorite.
Post anything you want – it’s our time to chillax. Enjoy.
Hello — Adele
Formation — Beyoncé
7 Years — Lukas Graham
Work — Rihanna Featuring Drake
Stressed Out — Twenty One Pilots
And here’s a nominee for best dance recording Don’t Let Me Down from The Chainsmokers featuring Daya.
And a nominee for best pop duo, Sia featuring Sean Paul for Cheap Thrills.
And one last thought, please, please, please, let this happen tonight on SNL.
Paging the White House Physician!
I’m sure tRump has completely blown a gasket. Of course the tweets will probably wait until late at night or early in the a.m.
To quote our Prolix:
With due deliberation and a judicious nature, the 9th Circuit whacked Donnie’s little peepee. Hard.
So here’s a new post.