RANTS: GIVE ME A BREAK!

Me, Myself and I

HEY! SORRY ABOUT THAT. I MEAN I DON'T LIKE putting a picture of this bozo up on my blog, as a rule—Trump has enough exposure already in the MSM (but where are those Russian pee tapes?). But this photo!?! Fer Cripes' sake! The baby has just been orphaned in the most recent US mass shooting in El Paso, Texas this week. 
Trump and First Lady, Melania (who is looking very Stepford wife-ish), were down there—I don’t know, shopping or visiting or something; I can’t really tell from the picture....
 Tragedy? What tragedy? Who needs compassion when there’s a photo-op to be had? (But, Donald? 'Thumbs-up'!?! Really?)

I was watching PBS News the other night when they aired this boner, and the word that came to mind was “narcissist.” Trump, of course, is in a world that revolves exclusively around him. He does not have the emotional equipment necessary to care about anyone other than himself. The empathy gene has skipped a few generations along his family tree. We all know this. Why should we be surprised at anything he says or does anymore? And, when he puts his foot in his mouth or has uber-bad optics like this, it always seems we're the ones that gag. He must have been born under a rock lucky star! (To be fair, he probably forgot the baby was there once the cameras were rolling. "Alright, Mr. DeMille. I'm ready for my close-up.")

One of the commentators on the news program used the word “sociopath” to describe the 45^th president of the United States. I think that's probably a more appropriate description. After all, during the 2016 presidential elections he bragged: “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn't lose any voters." Nice….

Cheers

I think I'll gouge out my eyes, now.