… there’s a part of me that feels sorry for Donald Trump. Wait … wait … hear me out before you have me committed or banish me.
Donald Trump is sick. Really and truly, seriously and dangerously mentally ill; and, I believe, he is also a desperately unhappy man. I’m no psychiatrist, but I don’t think you just suddenly wake up one day this crazy. I’ll bet he showed signs as a child and, for whatever reason, he
never got the professional help he so sorely needs.
He is so hideous, in every way, that it’s very easy to be disgusted by him and even hate him. I know, because I have those feelings and sometimes the intensity of antagonism I feel for him scares me. So why the sympathy all of a sudden?
Couple of reasons.
First, I caved and bought the book and had my nose buried in it all weekend. I honestly wasn’t planning to read it, I was convinced it was just more of the same of what we’ve already seen, read, heard and endured ad nauseum. But between the almost non-stop coverage Michael Wolff’s Fire and Fury was getting and seeing all the comments from people I know who were reading it, my curiosity got the better of me — and the next thing I knew, I had downloaded the Kindle version.
I’m not here to debate which facts in the book are true and which aren’t. We’ve already seen and heard for ourselves, Trump lie daily on television, we’ve read the insulting and incendiary tweets, we’ve heard the tape of him bragging about hitting on women, his lousy reputation as a businessman is no secret etc. etc. etc. — so there’s enough in the book that is true, to paint quite a horrifying picture of the man who is the 45th president of the United States.
Not that I’m condoning false facts. I’m not. But that’s not the point of this post. The point is, the more of the book I read, the more pathetic Trump became.
Maybe it’s the dispassion with which its written, maybe it’s because it’s just words on pages without seeing him — red-faced, finger circling the air, spouting off, maybe it’s because it’s just words on pages without news anchors and pundits weighing in, stirring emotions … but all I know is, instead of anger and disgust I started to feel pity. He is a sad, lonely, severely damaged man who will never have what he craves the most — to be liked and respected.
Having said that, by no means do I think he should remain president. That he ran, got elected and still occupies the White House is an outrage. Congress needs to get their act together and get rid of him — whether it’s through impeachment or the Twenty-fifth Amendment — before he becomes more of a liability and a threat than he already is. However …
As Maria Shriver wrote in her most recent Sunday Paper — “I want,” she said “to live and lead from a place of love. Yes, leading from a place of love is going to be my toughest intention yet because it means I’m going to have to show love to people who don’t show it to me. It means I’m going to have to show it to people who I don’t agree with, who I don’t care for, and who don’t show it to those that I do care about. It also means I’m going to have to find it deep within myself when my first reaction might be anything but loving.”
Her words resonated with me — at least to a point. While I haven’t evolved as much as Maria Shriver has, I can muster up at least some compassion for a human being who is seriously mentally ill and is unraveling before our very eyes. That said, get him out of there and make it snappy!