Don’t be surprised if you start seeing AI-generated photos of Donald Trump on the cross at Calvary, or if, at press conferences, he starts inviting Fox News reporters to inspect his scars. That would be Trump’s most blatant attempt to make himself appear important and relevant.
He’s already used his social media platform to present himself as a king—draped in ermine, holding his merciful scepter and topped with a golden crown. Obviously, that wasn’t enough; following Trump’s acknowledgement that he would “like to be the Pope,” he performed a poorly chosen encore and enraged Catholics, tender over the loss of Francis, by spreading an AI-created image of himself, bedecked in the robes of papal authority, across the worldwide web.
What’s next? There’s only one other place to go with the bit: Trump is going to have to claim that he is God in order to make himself actually feel important.
That’s what power-hungry, narcissistic, delusional people do. Since they can never be anything but failures in the real world, they must create illusions of how they could have become something more. In short, he’s America’s own Walter Mitty, dreaming about his glory as the valedictorian of his class, as a celebrated recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize and as the smartest, stable genius to have ever applied at Mensa. Trump’s presidency—which we can expect to end one way or another very, very soon—will be followed by a dozen books memorializing the sickest presidential failure in history.
Let’s face it, Trump is just really frustrated. With all his lust for grand recognition, he’s realizing that the presidency of the United States is not a position of unlimited power. Between the courts, the Constitution, his failing prime-time ratings and a very angry populace, he’s going to find that he’s still the 7th grade weakling and sissy that he always was—crying and running home to Mommy after the first punch.
That’s probably where all his insecurity came from: Trump was a hopeless wimp who was constantly bullied by his classmates, and now he figures it’s his turn to be the bully. I don’t want to create any excuses for the man, but the abused often become the worst abusers. And he’s the worst.
He actually had the delusion that he was invincible when he reclaimed the White House, but his first 100 days have become the harbinger of both his delusional excesses and the devastation he’s about to suffer. Somewhere in the back of his sick mind is the realization that he’s been identified as the “worst president in American history” and that his ratings, after the first three months in office, have set a new low polling record.
Trump’s always seen himself as a superlative; now he can actually claim that he was the “lumpy-bumpy-best” on at least something. After all, he really is the king of alienating other nations; he’s the king of destroying the greatest prosperity in our history; he’s the king of pursuing those who had the courage to stand up to his bullying; he’s the king when it comes to issuing idiotic executive orders that suit his own, sick personal fancy; and he’s the king of stupidity and lies.
Finally, he really has achieved a sort of greatness in deserving the title of The Worst. In a nutshell, Trump is setting records—the greatest failure, both as a president and as a human being, and the greatest threat ever to American democracy. And we shouldn’t forget—he’s redecorated the White House, adding enough gold embellishments and Woolworth’s-style decorations to look like a whorehouse.
The first 100 days? In that short but noisy spree of what can only be called “executive criminality,” Trump has managed to destroy the grand economic legacy and congenial international relations that previous administrations left behind. Even the constant din of sycophants, extolling his greatness and superlativity—and claiming that Washington and Lincoln’s White House portraits are “mere place holders” when compared with Trump’s greatness—is fading fast. All the blaming he can do isn’t going to convince anyone with an average intelligence that he’s doing a good job.
Demanding a $47 million military parade for his birthday won’t make any difference. Trump will still be seen as the most flatulent mouth and lowest intellect of any president in our nation’s history. Trump’s Waterloo is coming. All it will take is a good judicial thrashing by judges who respect the principle of law and order, and the reality of rallies dwindling into a mere handful of supporters.
Despite all his bluster, there’s more than a hint of disappointment that “president” seems to be the last of his life achievements. That’s why Trump is looking for new ways to make himself something that he’s not. He simply realized that his position has limitations and that, no matter how far he’s already gone, the powers of the Constitution and courts will be reeling him back in.
We all know where it’s headed. Trump’s AI-created fantasies were a confirmation of what we all knew. In the back of his highly twisted mind and clueless stupidity, his sights were very much on becoming America’s King Henry—marrying, dumping and beheading his wives and wielding the uncontested power of blue-blooded royalty. But, it ain’t a-gonna happen.
Americans, even the most deluded, must understand that we’re not going to allow a sick, orange buffoon to destroy our nation. Though he may want to declare himself God, the reality is quite different. In the end, Trump’s greatest “success” will be his failures and inept stupidity, and he will only be known for the near-destruction of our great nation. The MAGA hats will end up on the trash heap of history.
