The horror of being Trump

I don’t have Donald Trump’s (supposed) wealth.

I don’t have his fame (or infamy).

I don’t have his possessions.

I don’t have the freedom to do what I want to do, whenever I want to do it.

But there is nothing, absolutely nothing in the world that could make me want to exchange my life for his. (This would be true even if he were not under suspicion of, -- and under investigation for, -- being one of the most corrupt people on the planet.)

Think about it. This is a man who does not enjoy the everyday pleasures of life. He spent his life living in New York City, but do you think he ever went to:

A Broadway play (and stayed awake)?

Lincoln Center?

The Museum of Modern Art (MOMA)?

A peaceful walk in Central Park?

The Statue of Liberty?

The 9/11 Memorial?

And before he was ever president, do you suppose he ever wanted to see:

The Lincoln Memorial?

The Smithsonian?

The Vietnam Memorial – The Wall?

The Library of Congress? (Or any library? Anywhere? Ever?)

Enjoying just sitting on the Washington Mall.

And aside from all the tourist attractions of both cities, do you think this is a man who ever sat around listening to his favorite music album? Does he like music? Is this a man who would hike? Or go bird watching? Or ride a bike? Or gaze in wonder at the Grand Canyon? Or even just enjoy watching kittens play?

Somehow, I don’t think so.

I don’t think he enjoys any of the normal pleasures the world has to offer. I believe that his pleasures are accumulating wealth. Bullying others. Being the center of attention – always. Being adored by everyone. Having total control.

I believe he wishes he were an all-powerful king of old, -- A Pharaoh, -- A Caesar, -- A loved and feared “God on Earth.”

From everything I can see of this man who is currently occupying and despoiling the Oval Office, he cares about nothing in the world except for his own immediate gratification. This is a man who, perhaps, lives in constant anxiety and/or fear that he will be “found out.” A man who is terrified that people will see through him. A man whom everyone will recognize to be empty, hollow, small.

He is a man who has a talent for destroying rather than creating. And he will leave the world a far worse place than he found it.

This is a man who no normal human being would want to be.

This is the horror of being Donald Trump.