It’s been a few weeks — a month, maybe? — since the Ol’ Pussy Grabber uttered this Trumpian lie — Can we make that a thing, Trumpian lie, for when someone says something so obviously untrue and utterly ridiculous? Let’s make that a thing, shall we? Is that an eponym? Help a brother out, explain in the comments if you can! — that he was down there, meaning at ground zero on 9/11.
It’s as funny and sad now as it was then. Jesus caught fucking Mary Magdalene, why would someone in their right mind say something so utterly ridiculous, obviously false, and so easily disproved?
I Was There!
I was all set to write a sweet little post knocking this softball outta da park, when other mishegas came flooding out of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s ass and tweeter and other orifices and sundry media. As a part-time blogger and full-time citizen some of these time-sensitive events can get past me before I can react.
As luck would have it (a) I had saved the link to the excellent Stephen Colbert piece dragging the Ol’ Pussy Grabber for his ludicrous claim and (b) another similar issue came up recently that I can respond to in a timely fashion, i.e. I read it on the tweetering machine earlier today and am writing about it tonight.
What is he trying to Convey to Xi?
None other than Michael McFaul, ambassador to Russia for President Obama, asked one of those pundity questions that drives me to distraction by making me scream, Why don’t you read my blog? at my computer.
The common thread from the utterly painfully obvious lie to McFaul’s plaintive query about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s ostensible opaque obloquy missive to President Xi is his narcissism. In fact, the wobbly weak foundation the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s life is narcissism. It is the bits of unidentifiable fleck that you see stuck to him and those near him all of the time. It is the product that holds his “hair” in place and colors his complexion.
You cannot understand the Ol’ Pussy Grabber without understanding his narcissism. You cannot interpret his every word, gesture, or action without a full appreciation for the depth and breadth of his narcissism. In fact, every question about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is adequately answered and satisfied by the statement, He’s a narcissist. But, if you did that, you wouldn’t be invited back to many of the pundit TV shows, now would you? Although, I wouldn’t mind the opportunity, Joy Reid or Rachel Maddow or Nicolle Wallace or Ari Melber or Chris Hayes… or who the fuck am I kidding? Joe Scarborough or Chris Matthews, but I absolutely draw the line at Chuck Todd.
I’ve written extensively about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s narcissism. Probably fifty to one hundred posts. But, there is one aspect of his narcissism that is at work here that hasn’t been covered! OMG, Psy, what is it? Self comfort.
Self comfort. In his every lie and his “message” to President Xi, he is comforting himself. The problem with being such a dedicated narcissist is that you have to constantly defend your fragile over-inflated facade. Deep down inside you know you’re a fraud. You live in constant fear of someone finding out that you’re not the very model of a modern stable genius. That you don’t, in fact, have the best brain. Aren’t the best negotiator. Aren’t everyone’s favorite.
The delusion and illusion of perfection demands an infinite amount of psychic energy to maintain, especially to yourself. The narcissist must believe that he has everyone fooled. Of course, he doesn’t. It is painfully obvious to everyone, but the narcissist believes that he will die — yes die — if anyone found out that he was not perfect.
Because this task is impossible and deep down inside the narcissist knows this, he has to achieve the next best and much more doable task, getting himself to believe that he has everyone fooled.
That is key to understanding the utterly ridiculous statements and behaviors of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s tightly woven nest of interlocking adulators. By telling these obvious lies like I was down there! he is comforting himself, soothing his anxiety and doubt, giving himself a reason to believe that he has done it again! He’s convinced everyone of how great he is!
When viewed from this perspective, it is quite pathetic.
His Intended Audience: Himself
Ambassador McFaul, to understand the message in his tweet, you have to first understand that its intended audience is not President Xi. It’s intended audience is himself. He knows he has nothing to offer to the situation. He knows that if he is too active on the international stage, his incompetence will be exposed. But, if he pretends to know thing, then people — his base, that is because he sure as shit don’t want a personal meeting with Xi — will think he understands this complex topic that they do not.
If Hong Kong ends up blowing up and the Chinese wade in cracking heads and Tienanmen Squaring everyone, then the Ol’ Pussy Grabber can say to himself that he tried. He did his level best to offer his services as the world’s best negotiator of all time — Do ya see? He tweeted an offer of a “personal meeting!” — It wasn’t accepted. What else could he do? It’s not his fault.
Narcissists are never to blame. Maybe you’ve noticed that in the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s rein over us. If he did his best to resolve the situation, which for him is tweeting about it — it is, after all what he does best — and it didn’t help, then oh well. What can you do? That’s a bit like saying that I’ve blogged about a topic — the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s narcissism — and it didn’t bring the world to my doorstep singing my praises and changing everything — so, there’s nothing else I can do to help the world.
So, there’s your answer Ambassador McFaul and everyone else who’s wondered about his lying: he’s comforting himself and managing his overinflated narcissistic facade. He’s preening for his gullible base and sycophants. But that tweet and his lies should in no way be taken at their face values.