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What Now Trump?

I hate being right. I really really do. Especially now. Especially this time.  I’m sick sick sick of being right! And, god, do I ever wish I was wrong, but the Ol’ Pussy Grabber makes it too easy. Too easy by half of infinity to be right. Remember when I wrote about The Narcissism of Donald J. Trump? Not just me, but lots of people were are saying that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is a psychopath, a narcissist, a sociopath, a personality disorder. And, lots of people were, are, saying it is unethical to diagnose someone without formally meeting with them for the purpose of diagnosing them. But, the point of a diagnosis is to find the right treatment. Part of the right treatment is to predict what will happen and be ready for it. So, if I can predict the Ol’ Pussy Grabber based on my understanding of unproductive, malignant narcissistic personality disorder, then more than likely the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is an unproductive malignant narcissistic personality disorder.

When I saw the headline in the Huffington Post and on MSNBC, that was my first thought: I told all y’all so! See, he’s starting to fight with Congress, now.

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The Ol’ Pussy Grabber jus’ don’t play nice with others, do he? There are only two things that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber does well: spread chaos and fight. Chaos is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s modus operandi. People who traffic in chaos — we’ve all had THAT boss, right? — do so because it covers their incompetence. If everything is chaotic around them, then they are kept busy putting out the proverbial alligators biting their ass. They have the permanent excuse for why everything is FUBAR, and it’s always someone or something other than them. It’s that guy. It’s their fault. They can play one off against the other. They are always on the move and the lame from fault and responsibility.

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s administration has been 60+ days of chaos. His transition was two months of chaos. His campaign was 18 months of chaos. In two years, of being on the presidential stage and all we’ve gotten from the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is chaos and a long awaited pivot to something more reasonable. We all know that the pivot ain’t coming. If it were, it woulda been here by now. This is him. Chaos. Chaotic. Anarchy, but not the fun kind. Ataxia. Turmoil. Tumult. Pandemonium.

It is all there is. And, it is all there will ever be. Get used to it.

And, now here’s the fight. The second tool in the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s ass is fight. If it goes agin him, he’ll fight ya! He’ll tie ya up in court. He’ll threaten to sue! He’ll call you names! He’ll kick up a big chaotic stink bug cloud of choking crap around you and everyone else until you back down or he can slip out in the confusion.

He’ll never work with Congress. Never. He can’t. He. Can. Only. Fight. Fighting is chaotic. Chaos is good. This is the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s America.

He was right. We’ll be winning so much, we’ll be sick of it. If being right is winning, then I’m sick of winning. Please, ya Ol’ Pussy Grabber, prove me wrong, govern.

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