When I saw that “narcissism” was today’s one-word prompt, I was going to write a post about the narcissism of Donald Trump. After all, narcissists don’t easily accept any criticism or blame; they consider themselves infallible. And that is so Trumpian.
Trump’s behavior and way of dealing with others by dividing the world into good and evil is a typical sign of narcissism. Any criticism of him is met with anger as it is associated with shame and humiliation, neither of which he seems capable of feeling. He constantly expects attention, admiration, and loyalty. And he lacks empathy and compassion.
But is our president a narcissist? We know that he’s ill-informed, erratic, self-destructive, self-absorbed, abusive, bigoted, misogynistic, paranoid, insecure, and spiteful. We also know that he believes he’s better, smarter, and richer than others and that he exaggerates his achievements, blames other for his failures, and is in need of constant praise.
Trump has the tendency to live in the moment without considering consequences, seeking to bolster his self-esteem no matter the risk, making him a classic hedonist. He has no moral code and is totally unfit to be president.
So to me it is clear that Donald Trump is the epitome of narcissism. But this is merely my opinion. I’m not a psychologist or a psychiatrist. I have no training or expertise when it comes to diagnosing narcissism. I am just a layperson who sees the way our president acts and, based upon his behavior, I have drawn some conclusions.
Thus, I’ve decided that there’s not much point in my posting about the narcissism of Donald Trump. It is what it is and my opinion means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Now I just have to figure out how to respond to today’s one-word prompt or if I should just skip it and spend more time with my wife and family.
What do you think?
There are certain marital duties and responsibilities that every husband must fulfill. Today, I fulfilled one of the more important ones. I spent most of this morning sitting on the sofa next to my wife and watching the royal wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on TV.
At her direction, last night before we went to bed, I set the DVR to start recording at around 3 am local time in order to make sure that it recorded not only the wedding ceremony itself, but all of the pre-wedding pomp and circumstance, as well as the post-wedding festivities.
Once we woke up this morning, I accompanied my wife as she sat, transfixed, taking it all in. We had our morning coffee on the sofa. I excused myself to prepare breakfast for the two of us so that she wouldn’t miss a hat or a dress. I brought our breakfast meals into the living room because eating in the dining room would have been too much of a distraction.
And I have to admit, I enjoyed watching the whole megillah. It served as a very satisfactory — even entertaining — diversion from the day-to-day reality of the real world in which we commoners live. I put down my phone, didn’t read my newsfeed, didn’t read the newspaper, and, for a while, anyway, I didn’t think about our imbecile of a president, gun violence in American schools (and all across America), the state of the world, the erosion of democratic principles in our country, and the destruction of our planet.
So I want to thank Harry and Meghan for permitting me a few hours of non-political R&R and a brief respite from the craziness that is swirling around us all.
And, of course, I want to thank my wife for making me do it.
We’ve always has dogs in our family for as far back as I can remember. My mother’s favorite breed was the Shih Tsu. At one point we had three generations of Shih Tsus in our house. A mother, a daughter, and a granddaughter. Each with its proper pedigree and American Kennel Club papers.
I hated those little rug rats. They were all high-strung, yappy, needy, little bitches. And at one point or another, all three peed on my sneakers. While I was wearing them!
Once I moved out of my parents’ house, I swore that if I ever got my own dogs, they would be larger breeds and mutts. No high maintenance pedigreed, little yappers for me.
Every dog I’ve had since has been a rescue dog, a mongrel. These animals are simply grateful to have a permanent home where they can be fed, nurtured, well cared for, and, most important, loved. They demand little and appreciate a lot.
So if you’re a dog lover and you’re looking for the perfect pet, you should consider a rescue dog. It won’t have the perfect pedigree and it won’t win any dog show accolades, but it will be the best dog you’ve ever had.
Take it from me and my dog.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “pedigree.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind that the media’s coverage of the election was skewed from the very beginning,” I said.
“You think so?” Dan responded. “Or are you still grousing because Trump won? You gotta get over it, dude.”
“Maybe I am,” I admitted, “But all you need to do is look at the media coverage he got, both in volume and in the nature of the coverage, versus what Hillary got.”
“That’s because Trump was more newsworthy,” Dan said. “Hillary was just the same, old, tiresome political candidate. Trump was new, different, shiny, intriguing. He was like that car accident by the side of the road that you can’t look away from.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “and he still is. He’s definitely a train wreck.”
“You thought Bush was a train wreck and the country survived his two terms, didn’t it?” Dan said. “Quit being such a drama queen.”
“Our country is skewing toward becoming an autocratic dictatorship,” I argued. “Trump is slowly dismantling our democratic institutions, and much of it is happening hidden in the smokescreen of his distractions and diversions. Trump is America’s Putin, only he’s not nearly as smart as Putin, which makes him even more dangerous.”
“You’re making a mountain out of a molehill,” Dan said. “If he’s as bad as you say he is, he won’t be re-elected. Problem solved.”
“The fact that he was elected in the first place, with the considerable assistance of the Russians, coupled with the gullibility of the public, suggests that he will be re-elected,” I said. “And then we won’t just be skewed, we’ll be screwed.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “skewed.”