Last night, Donald Trump hurt himself.
He'd hurt a lot of people both officially and emotionally attached
to his snake oil traveling roadshow of a campaign, none of whom are
deserving of any pity or sorrow but that's beside the point. He plainly
lost last night's debate, which I didn't even bother watching. For the
purposes of half-assed punditry, it was enough to just read the analyses
of better writers than I in the Yahoo alerts that came streaming into
my Android.
And this old song, originally by Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails,
could serve as the epitaph we all need to rehearse when we see or feel
the end is nigh and it especially serves Donald Trump in the twilight of
his own self-absorbed life.
However, there's the matter of self-awareness. That's lacking. Self
absorption does not necessarily mean self-awareness. A human should at
least understand and fully appreciate that epitaph when it's tried on
for size in that 11th hour and Donald Trump simply does not have that.
He hurt himself today, too.
Donald Trump did that by
telling an equally clueless crowd in
Delaware, Ohio that he would respect the election results... provided
he won. Then he would deign to accept the presidency that his namesake
said would be "
a step down"
for his father. Sure, running for the highest office in the land
involves, as Hemingway said, a "built-in, shockproof shit detector" (or,
in this case, a generator) and morally one must always wear hip waders
during political campaigns.
But that wasn't what Junior meant. He knows it, you know it, we all
know it. It's the preamble to the old sour grapes tune that Trump sings
when he doesn't get what he wants or when his hand is caught in a
cookie jar (or, more accurately, up some pretty girl's skirt). "She
wasn't attractive enough. Look at her!" And, after Nov. 8th, it'll be,
"The election was rigged, anyway. And I never worked a shitty job for
just $400,000 a year even right out of college."
Last night during the third and final debate, Donald Trump told
Chris Wallace and the American people, again, that he would contest the
election results if it didn't go his way. This would be a first in
American history. Not even a scumbag like Richard Nixon contested the
results of the 1960 election despite losing to Kennedy by a razor-thin
margin. Even though they could have pressed it harder and for legitimate
reasons, Gore and Kerry could've contested the 2000 and 2004 elections,
respectively.
But they hadn't.
Because they were bigger than that. They put this democratic republic higher than their aspirations and egos.
Donald Trump can't and won't if he doesn't get his way. And a man
born to a vast fortune and a man who had grown that vast fortune into a
dynasty isn't used to not getting what he wants.
It could be plausibly said that no major party nominee for
President in US history has run a campaign so firmly identified with all
the worst elements that American society can inflict upon the world.
What Trump is setting up is a civil war, a needless one, that could
result in Hillary Clinton's assassination. And if God forbid that
happens, that another president or a President-elect is gunned down
because that assassin's iconoclastic Godfather told him that woman's
elevation to the Presidency of the United States of America was
illegitimate, a sham...
...then Trump will fade back into the shadows or behind a wall of
American flags, hold up his tiny hands and say, "I didn't do it!"
The equally spoiled and coddled Mitt Romney was genuinely stunned
he didn't beat Obama four years ago. Another man used to getting what he
wants, when he wants it, how he wants it, still took the news with
enough good grace to go into that good night without even breathing a
word the contest was rigged.
Because even a sociopath like Mitt Romney knew that President Obama beat him fair and square.
Trump has been humbled several times in his life. Two wives
divorced him, the second at a time when Trump almost lost his empire and
had to get by on a mere $460,000 monthly allowance given him by a Wall
Street bank. Only bridge loans and his 12 carat-plated brand name kept
him afloat during those less-than-palmy years. You'd think the early
90's would've taught Trump a lesson in humility but you'd be very wrong.
He went back to dodging his taxes, groping women, attacking and
suing people with little or no provocation. Then he bragged about it and
is still bragging about it on the most widely-watched television
broadcasts of 2016: The presidential debates. And after last night,
Hillary Clinton should've sent to Trump's suite a dozen red roses. Ten
dozen of them. Because last night, with three weeks to go before
Election Day, Donald Trump gave Hillary Clinton not just the White House
but the keys to the entire District of Columbia.
Donald Trump is willing to risk Civil War and having another
chapter of American history scrawled in blood to satisfy his ego because
he honestly believes in his combovered, double-woven mind that no one
can defeat him, that no one should defeat him for the most powerful office in the free world.
He is now the very definition of a loose cannon. Even after his own
campaign manager Kellyanne Conway and his own running mate Gov. Mike
Pence said they'd be at peace with the election results either way,
Trump is having none of it. And the man who'd months ago called for "2nd
Amendment people" to do something about this "rigged" election doesn't
care how many people die or who they will be, starting with the
President or President-elect. It would be a constitutional crisis unlike
any other in American history.
And if Trump gets his way, he will turn this nation from one of
laws into one representing one man, himself, a man fueled by rage,
avarice and lust for more, more than the world can reasonably give even
in this new Gilded Age.
Donald Trump is simply a monster, one created by American
politicians who write those tax loopholes Trump has used to maximum
effectiveness for nearly two decades. The Republican Party owns this
Frankenstein monster who's never been, isn't now nor ever will be man
enough to take No for an answer even when it's said to him on Election
Night 50,000,000 or more times.
Donald Trump, in the midst of his empire of gold dust, unpaid
bills, empty casinos and people he's put out of work through his
bottomless greed, incompetence and arrogance, has hurt himself today. He
did it last night and he will America tomorrow because of an insult to
his wholly unjustified megalomania.