Let me cut through all the crap for you kiddies. Here's what's wrong with His Royal Orangeness.

Orange Clump actually believes the lies it has told itself since it reached the age of reason (That's a reach on my part, but I'm feeling extra charitable at the moment.) It believes it is handsome, sexy, talented, bright, funny, good, hard-working, skilled, superior, popular, wise, genuine, honest and down to earth. The only lie it knows is a lie is the one about being a billionaire.

I have no idea what happened to it to produce such prodigious psychological damage, but it must have been profound. Perhaps it wasn't a single great trauma but an accumulation of things over its life, making it more and more unstable as time passed.

If I was a Freudian, I would posit some monstrous sexual incident like abuse by an authority figure. Perhaps its momma dressed it as a girl until well past puberty. It could have something to do with its grandfather's whorehouse (See Bloomberg.com: Trump's Family Fortune Originated in a Canadian Gold-Rush Brothel), although the Kennedys seemed to handle their rum-running fortune like they were Rockefellers or Vanderbilts.

Or maybe it is just an asshole.

Whatever the case, it cannot stand to be proved wrong or even to be told it might be wrong. That's not just evil and dangerous, it is profoundly ignorant. And you thought we had scraped the bottom of the barrel with The Community Organizer From The High Yellow Lagoon.

I can't wait to see what ghoulish perv our democracy vomits up next...

I really can't.

Heap Big Lying Squaw, anyone?

TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.