The June 16 Columbian online story reported, “The $9 billion man: Donald Trump announces 2016 run.” Donald Trump’s past activity rings of deeds requiring intelligence. He is a billionaire who has come back from several deafening defeats resulting in ignominy and bankruptcy, and then successfully produced a television show that features him. And, though his pockets bulge with money still, he has become a joke.
We think of Trump today, and most will think beyond the contours of his enigmatic hair, and stare upon a wasteland rich with boastful blunders and cringing faux pas; a fumbling bumbler ready to proclaim the absolute preposterous just to get attention. Not only that, he blithely revels in it the deepest waters of embarrassment with glee.
I understand he always sought acknowledgement and recognition from his father, who was very hard on him. But when he once had all the elements in place to quench this psychological concern, he promptly turned into a full-fledged clown. The solace, if such comfort is desired, is his inability to recognize the world now sees him as a fool, and doesn’t realize his image has distorted into someone who is absolutely and entirely ridiculous. I do not wonder, then, that he decided on another aimless run for president of the United States.
What fiction has a chance to trump reality, as long as Donald Trump and all his ilk still roam the Earth?
