The Pope of Misery

Donald Trump three times said that a peace treaty between the two Koreas has his “blessing.” His blessing? Does he think he’s the Pope?

Do they have to kiss the ring on his skoshee(Korean for “little”) hand first? We already know that he thinks he is above the law in the most gruesome ways. He actually said that he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue in New York and his followers would still adore him. Now he is showering his blessings like the world can’t spin unless he gives it the green light. Presidents don’t give blessings; they might give approvals or assents, but blessings? Blessings are the provinces of the deeply religious, not some daily sinning, lying egomaniac who actually thinks things can’t go forward without his so-called blessing. 

This guy is the Pope of Misery. A journalist did a deep search of all the videos with Trump in them – literally tens of thousands – and could only find one where this fool was laughing. Say what you will about Barrack Obama, but when you think of him, it is very easy to picture him with a grin on his face or even letting out a hearty chuckle or a big laugh. He saw and still sees the humor in life, even in the midst of the daily barrage of bad news any president is subject to.

When you think of Trump, what comes to mind? My mind sees a squinty-eyed, jowly, orange-faced, crazy-haired guy who looks like his face would fall off if he laughed. The one Trump laugh the journo caught was about something horrible about Hillary Clinton. Parenthetically, can you recall Mike Flynn leading the “Lock her up” chants? Flynn was the perfect Trump-faced guy. He looks like a hanging judge in Salem. 

Donald Trump’s default position is not laughter, for sure, but unreasoning and perpetual anger over anything from the slightest slight to a very real and potent threat like those posed by Robert Mueller and Michael Avenatti. 

Trump comes by his dark and gloomy – and scary – worldview legitimately and it might be the only legitimate thing about him. His father was a slumlord who would take the pennies off a dead beggar’s eyes and Donald Trump’s mentor was the hideous Roy Cohn, Joseph McCarthy’s proud henchman, who even on his AIDS deathbed would not entertain the idea of his infection. There is much of this same abject stubbornness in Trump. But Cohn’s fearful legacy to Trump can be summed up in one word: attack. That is a scary tactical philosophy for the most powerful person in the world. And Trump will attack at even the hint of a threat to his fragile and monstrous ego. So far, his attacks haven’t catapulted the world into a nuclear Armageddon. So far. But when a grown man resorts to schoolyard taunts and making up disparaging juvenile nicknames for his perceived enemies on an almost daily basis, how tight is he really wrapped?

And as the walls keep closing in on him – as they are every day – Lord knows what he is liable to do. A president of the United States of America who would actually badmouth the real Pope in Rome, as Trump did, is probably capable of a lot more and a lot worse if he is strung out enough. 

The real Pope is Pope for life. Thank God our Pope of Misery isn’t.