As an atheist, there’s a certain bemusement toward the latest Trumpian religion-adjacent idiocies. Blasphemy? Offending people’s beliefs that themselves flout reality.
But never mind that. It’s revealing about Trump’s brain. Lacking a key mechanism: a filter. Resulting when one is excessively marinated in sucking-up, corroding away any concept that one can err; any inhibition; any guardrails. Drunk on power.
Thus ghastly comments like about Rob Reiner’s death. And Robert Mueller’s. And attacking the Pope — the Pope! — as “weak on crime.” (A verbal tic; surprising he didn’t say “low IQ.”) And — that Trump-as-Jesus image. Nothing in his brain saying, “Hold on, maybe a bad idea.” For Trump’s brain there’s no such thing.
Also highly revealing is the follow-on. Coming up with that “doctor” lie evidences real intelligence. Almost a genius. Yet more striking still is the felt need to lie at all. Even if posting that image was dicey, why not just own it? No need to apologize. Just say it was a joke, that’s all, and leave it at that. Surely far less damaging than a preposterous lie no one could believe.
This distinguishes a garden-variety liar from the pathological sort. Propelled to lie even when unnecessary. Even when a lie serves him less well than the truth. Addicted to lying — getting some sort of deranged rush from it. From the idea he can get away with it. Or — is his brain so fried it no longer actually knows when he’s lying?
Yet with the symptoms already glaring (read this October 2024 posting), we inexcusably elected him president.
This is one very sick man. And nation. Desperately needing medical help.
Doctor Jesus will see you now.
