In today’s vid, I go on a bit about Dumb Donnie’s new toy plane.
I really want the whole world to start calling him Dumb Donnie. I want it to become so pervasive that he can’t help hearing about it. Nothing in this world would enrage him more than everybody calling him stupid.
Because he is stupid. Very, very stupid. He is senile and demented and had regressed into his early childhood and reminding him of this fact would drive him insane.
Nothing would bother a Gemini like him more than being called stupid.
In fact, in my ideal fantasy world, I’d get together a bunch of tough guy mobster actors with New Jersey accents to sit around and say, “What’s Dumb Donnie up to today?” and then laugh at news about Trump and what a fuckin’ idiot he is.
We need to destroy people’s ability to respect him. He doesn’t care if you don’t like him, but he will care if people start looking down on him with pity and contempt and start calling him a loser and a wimp.
That would get under his very thin skin real good. 🙂
And that could have bad consequences, granted, but as long as his staffers don’t let him nuke the New York Times or send ICE after Stephen Colbert, it will work out for the best because it will goad him into making big mistakes.
The kind that the courts have no trouble handling. Blatant and unambiguous crimes, for instance, that everybody sees.
And most importantly, the kind that shock and offend his base.
It’s happening with the plane right now. Prominent right wing “thought leaders” are saying things like, “I would take a bullet for Trump but… this plane thing… ”
I must admit, I am curious about the plane itself. It sounds rad, in a “right before the Empire fell” kind of way.
Maybe once Trump and his ilk are expunged from the White House, we can repurpose it to bring in refugees and immigrants from all over the world.
That would be apropos, don’t you think?
Anyhow, back to the point. He is systematically alienating his supporters. They are running out of the necessary mental elasticity required to keep excusing the inexcusable and accepting the unacceptable.
His strategy of saturation bombing the media with shocking stories about him might just be backfiring in a really spectacular way. He’s pissing in the pool way faster than his self appointed filter fish can handle. He’s going to end up killing them.
And without right wing media, his empire will fall apart rapidly. He’s entirely dependent on them to spin his actions in just the right way, and without that, his base would see him for what he really is.
It’s happening already. His popularity just keeps going down. I am waiting for it to get below 33 percent so we can say that less than a third of the people support him.
But right now, he doesn’t have a reason to care. Until people in power (Republicans) are willing to stand up to him, his approval could be at zero and he wouldn’t care.
It’s possible Congress will turn against him. It would only take a relatively small number of Republican defectors (or abstainers) for impeachment to pass. And like I said in the vid, that could make some ambitious Republicans in the House and the Senate into instant massive international heroes no matter how much Trump screams and cries and threatens to “primary” them.
Fuck him. He’s a toothless tiger. He is way overdue to be overtaken by a younger, smarter, more agile rival.
Go for it, ambitious Repubs!
More after the break.
What’s up with that rage?
I have realized that I told you about my recent rage explosion in response to someone’s stupid fucking advice but I forgot to go into what the fuck is up with that.
It seems kind of important.
This is far from the first time I’ve had a major meltdown like that, and they’ve all been in response to someone’s well-meaning advice or something like that.
Like when I joined that online depression community and saw all the people giving generic encouragement to one another and this roaring demon I did not recognize came screaming out of me and wanted to grab these people by the throat and scream into their faces and like, what the hell, man?
It’s clearly disproportionate to the trigger. I would never say these people deserved the bile-storm I unleashed just because they accidentally set it off.
But clearly when their words enter my mind space and attempt to address my issues, their utter failure to do so really hits me where it hurts.
It’s like I tried to open up to receive help and got febrile inanity instead, and all my hidden rage and bitterness came pouring out of the opening.
I am definitely angry at a world that can’t help me. A world that can’t handle me. Even mental health professionals like Doctor Costin can’t handle the real, uncensored, uninhibited me. Even with him, I have to restrain myself enormously.
And I guess that’s kind of my story. I’ve spent my life feeling like a giant among pygmies and having to force myself into spaces far too small for me just to be able to get along in a world very much not made for me.
And its hard for me to imagine that changing. Were I to unbottle myself, I might feel a better but I would cope a lot worse. The best scenario I can foresee is that I go off someplace remote where I can be batshit crazy without hurting anybody.
Because how does one truly deal with being exponentially more intelligent, more creative, more powerful, and just plain more than everyone else?
It seems impossible. I can’t conceive of a self that could contain that kind of knowledge. There are no blueprints and no role models for someone like that.
Even mega-intelligent supervillain types are still basically just magicians and offer no insight as to any healthy way to deal with having a mind like mine.
So some of that shitstorm of rage and bitterness definitely comes from that.
And the world just failing me in general. A family that didn’t want me around, teachers that couldn’t (or wouldn’t) keep me from being bullied, classmates who hurt me for what seemed like no reason at the time. school administrators who were as flabbergasted and useless as everyone else.
There’s never been anyone who was there for me when I needed them. And that just made me withdraw from the world even harder.
What else can I do? When an animal cannot escape their pain they despair.
And I’ve known little else.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.