Authored by William Robert Barber
Trump’s performance at the debate was a smidgen below mediocre to downright pitiful; the only worse display than that of Trump’s performance was Hannity’s defense of Trump on Fox. Of course, in true form, Trump proceeded to damage even further a recently damaged personage by twittering nonsense and saying one stupid thing after another about a subject no one is interested in. After living as long as he has and considering his extensive international business history, noting his interface with notables in industry, politics, and society, I do not understand his insistence on acting as if behaviorally dysfunctional.
His political counter-party is vulnerable on a wide assortment of differing incidences and levels of incriminations; nonetheless, in ninety minutes of argument he could not make his case. His narcissism blocked and blindsided his ability to comprehend, as well as explain.
I understand that “it ain’t over until the fat lady sings,” a colloquialism that for Mister Donald places his fingers on the ledge of that 1000 foot drop into the void of what could have been.
Mrs. Clinton wants to impose a progressive terrestrial utopia upon America, complete with all of the socialistic bells and whistles. Her geopolitical policies are fantasies developed on the virtues of internationalism with the enforcer being the United Nations and funding from the United States… And all the Donald is concerned over is the nothingness of Hillary’s accusations?! Hillary has induced Donald into acting as though a caricature in Mad Magazine.
This nation has legitimate problems…
Our legislative representatives, the political parties, and the citizenry are riven by clashes of interest and values that pit one of something against one of another. We Americans are on the path of losing our sense of Americanism, of being self-reliant people capable of noting the issue and dealing with it. As a society we are evolving into a common of disinterest wherein perception is equivalent to empirical reality; within this sphere of understanding one only requires the innocuous others to agree to substantiate their beliefs.
In a world of variant distractions Mr. Trump is his own distraction. Self-discipline for Donald is a flighty resolve as he prostrates to the dulcet of subjectivity and sentiment. Discipline in any meaningful form is, for the proprietor of Trump Towers, palpably effete. He just cannot do what is required. Seemingly his cognitive vitals are determinedly vectored to protect the profane, the ridiculous, and his sense of manliness.
In business and the US Marines I have learned the true definition of hope: Hope is the result of poor planning and the bastardization of faith; I have no faith that Mr. Trump can overcome his self destruction — but I have been wrong many times in my life… and I certainly hope I’m wrong this time.