It is said that there are five stages of grief, but it seems as if one only needs three stages of shaming to reach the depths of one’s depravity if one is a narcissist. This is the level Trump has reached in his latest bout of childish pettiness. I’m talking about the Trump Arab chic touch to the colonnaded walkway that connects the White House proper to the West Wing. It is a pleasant walk along the front face of the White House complex with Lafayette Square and the city beyond as a backdrop. Many heads of State and other dignitaries walk along this connection.
Stage 1: A brain fart in the ‘wee’ hours of the morning kicked off the process. While ruminating on the state of the presidential prostate, Trump conceives a brilliant idea. Since his brain is like a child’s that can’t abide a blank wall without scribbling on it, he decides that he will line the wall with portraits of every president mounted in his go to gold baroque frames. Not a bad idea except that in his pathetically childish and churlish way he could not resist sticking up a picture of Biden’s autopen instead of his face.
Stage 2: He stood back and admired his work, particularly those of himself, and felt like God after he had created Adam. But there was something missing. Hmm, some décor touches maybe? This thought nagged at his wizened little brain. In another early morning brain fart between rants on Truth Social while on the toilet waiting for his prostate to behave, it came to him. Eureka, I have it he shrieked as he rushed into Melania’s room with his robe flapping around the Royal white bum, but Melania was hiding in her cupboard. Undaunted, he woke up his staff and explained what was needed. Just like the Oval Office when all the portraits had been put up, he had added his chintzy gold applique tat on spare wall space to complete his personal Garden of Eden. And so it was to be for the walkway particularly since he had some spare tat leftover from the Oval Office décor upgrade.
Stage 3: He still was not satisfied. Just like God who demanded that he be routinely praised and his foes demonized, He wasn’t going to wait for his MAGA flock. He was going to take that onerous job on Himself. He conceived putting gold lettered plaques below each portrait describing the respective Presidents. He doubled up plaques for himself and the two that give him irritable bowel syndrome – Biden and Obama. Naturally his eulogy of himself was straight out of some book of fables (actually his Truth Social posts of self praises and false claims). For Biden, in particular, he hauled out all his campaign slurs like, “nicknamed ‘Sleepy’ and ‘Crooked’ Joe Biden …” Of course, the only person who used that nickname was the petty petulant President Himself. Amongst other false claims, he reiterated his claim that Biden was, “by far, the worst President in American History,” as well as the comprehensively debunked claims of the 2020 stolen election.
