Trump looks increasing like an angry old guy wandering around yelling out– “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!”
That was Shakespeare’s King Lear in 1606 when he was wandering around the moor in a storm, slowly going mad. Now we have a President sliding into full-scale senility in front of us and the TV cameras.
Our king thinks his internal musings are pearls of wisdom and should be spoken out loud. But they are not. On the contrary, they are simple mental musings which should be neither spoken nor heard.
Around him, his lackeys look nervously at each other and fidget. Is this it–the end? They’ve seen many meltdowns before but normally when Trump’s brain stabilizes, most (but not all) of the vocabulary remains with degraded grammar and sense.
In the Middle Ages, Lear was driven mad by the unkindness of his daughters. Today, our President is driven mad by the lack of universal approbation. He longs for Kim Jong-un’s nodding donkeys to clap his every word (“genius, Sir, genius!”) or for President Putin’s iron fist to punch back–anyone, everyone. Instead Don suffers the slings and arrows of worldwide ridicule. This is the dunce that won’t accept the planet is warming, that won’t read his briefing papers – even on the coronavirus – the fool that knows literally nothing about world politics, that grifter that won’t make a long-term strategy when there’s a short-term tactic to exploit. In short, this is a man to run a fruit stand, not the most important nation on earth.
There’s no chance that better advisors would help. He purged anyone that would stand up to him or offer objective and sound counsel long ago. Our hope is that he – literally – goes so bat-sh*t crazy that electorate can finally make the obvious choice. Not between a Democrat and a Republican — both sides have a coherent point of view with long traditions which need to be perpetually argued. No, Biden vs Trump is the choice is between sanity and insanity, hope and fear, graft and grace.