You have to admit that Donald Trump is a very strange looking and acting person to be president. I think based on those two non-qualities one could label him a grotesque. His hair alone qualifies and the willful ignorance with which he has approached his job and the world at large is certainly grotesque and may very well turn out to be treasonous at bottom.
Trump surrounds himself with grotesques, too; in fact, they seem to be the only ones to last with him. This Mike Pence is some kind of latter day right wing Salem judge come stirringly to life a heartbeat away from running our lives along the same treacherous path as his current master. Pence is crazy a little bit different than Trump but they're both equally dangerous. Don't forget, this guy won't let himself be alone with a woman who is not his wife. How grotesque is that?
One of my heroes is Stephan Salisbury whose online prose serial “American Carnage” is a marvel of creativity and actually has Kellyanne Conway's left-leaning husband hand her her face parts as she gets ready for another day of
fabrication and intrigue. Salisbury seems to see this mealy-mouthed harridan as a leading Trumpian grotesque and I'm totally down with that – even if she is from South Jersey and was Blueberry Queen or something.
Of course, Stephen Miller is the Trump poster boy of the grotesque. His face is a sneering mask of hate, venality, and animal cunning all in the service of the dark and sinister. To me, his face seems to be in the perpetual flicker and shadow of medieval candles in a dank castle of the Borgias as he plots downfall and death.
Taken singly or en masse, the Trump family itself is a gallery of the morally grotesque. Whatever beauty once resided in Melania's face has been displaced by the permanent narrow squint of privilege and shared willful ignorance. Her husband's squint is as ugly as hers. She is as tone deaf to the reality of the America her husband is ruining as he is. She is the worst kind of modern day courtesan.
The Trump tribe of children are all grotesque Stepford replicas of their father's arrogance, ignorance, entitlement, latent brutality, and stupidity. Ivanka, with whom her father has obvious Freudian issues, is the doe-eyed apple of his eye, queen of the sweatshop and the overpriced lines of hackneyed clothes she tried to palm off on the American working woman. Now she has taken her bullshit and bullshit clothes to China, compliments, of course, of Daddy. You have to say that there's no quit in these Trump kids, no matter how grotesque they are.
Is loving to shoot and display large dead animals a grotesque pastime? If so, Don Junior and little Eric go to the head of the class. Re Don Junior: it's sort of stand-alone grotesque that he has been openly and endlessly lying to various congressional committees and could be indicted.
Eric and Tiffany Trump are mini-grotesques, I guess, although Tiffany was actually named after the jewelry store when Daddy had them as a customer,
so that's sort of full grotesque. Whatever.
Look, Nixon was pretty grotesque and he had a few grotesques around him, but this Trump outfit should step right into the Grotesque Hall of Fame on the first ballot.
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