Gratuitous Trump bashing

Okay, I’m not sure it’s gratuitous when you consider a man like this so close the presidency, but, my next post will be Trump free.  Anyway two excellent columns on the matter today.  First, Josh Barro on Trump’s lack of shame:

What deserves more notice is that this tape did not capture a confidential conversation with a close friend.

As The Daily Beast’s John Avlon notes, Trump was bragging about his egregious misbehavior, in gross terms, to a man he barely knew, while he was wearing a microphone.

Donald Trump is a person who has instincts to behave shamefully, and who also has no shame.

Trump is proud of his shameful actions. He thinks they make him manly and cool. He does not have the brake on his id that normal people do.

That combination doesn’t just make him tacky — it makes him dangerous.

Shame is an important inhibitor. Sometimes, we want to do bad things, but we don’t because we’d be ashamed. Shame helps to save us from ourselves.

What does this mean he might do as president? We should never find out.

And George Will:

Again, the tape revealed nothing about this arrested-development adolescent that today’s righteously recoiling Republicans either did not already know or had no excuse for not knowing. Before the tape reminded the pathologically forgetful of Trump’s feral appetites and deranged sense of entitlement, the staid Economist magazine, holding the subject of Trump at arm’s length like a soiled sock, reminded readers of this: “When Mr. Trump divorced the first of his three wives, Ivana, he let the New York tabloids know that one reason for the separation was that her breast implants felt all wrong.”

His sexual loutishness is a sufficient reason for defeating him, but it is far down a long list of sufficient reasons. But if it — rather than, say, his enthusiasm for torture even “if it doesn’t work,” or his ignorance of the nuclear triad — is required to prompt some Republicans to have second thoughts about him, so be it…

Trump is a marvelously efficient acid bath, stripping away his supporters’ surfaces, exposing their skeletal essences. Consider Mike Pence, a favorite of what Republicans devoutly praise as America’s “faith community.” Some of its representatives, their crucifixes glittering in the television lights, are still earnestly explaining the urgency of giving to Trump, who agreed that his daughter is “a piece of ass,” the task of improving America’s coarsened culture.

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Trump: champion of the little guy

Among Trump’s many brazen, bald-faced lies at the 2nd debate were his statement on taxes.  Not that anybody (except Paul Ryan) really cares about what Trump has to say about policy, but the tax plan comparisons are a joke.  Drum with handy charts:

Needless to say, Trump’s plan also blows a giant whole in the deficit.  And James Surowiecki on Trump and taxes:

The fact that more than eighty per cent of registered Republicans now say they’ll vote for Trump demonstrates that, as long as a candidate can be counted on to bring taxes down, traditional Republicans will overlook any number of heresies and offensive statements. Coming out against free trade and open borders, defending entitlements, attacking veterans, cozying up to foreign autocrats, indulging in openly racist and xenophobic rhetoric: none of these things have hurt Trump with the vast majority of Republican voters and politicians. If he had wavered on tax cuts, it would have been a very different story. Trump may be the most politically incorrect man in America, but even he knows that there are some taboos you can’t violate.

 

America and gender in red and blue

Pretty interesting maps via Nate Silver’s twitter:

Yes, too many men are troglodytes who cannot resist Trump’s alpha male appeal, but, yowza, those women in the deep South.

Donald Trump’s friends

 

 

 

Get it.  Blank space.  Anyway, David Brooks unloads (with a little bit of sympathy) on this pathetic, little man:

Politics is an effort to make human connection, but Trump seems incapable of that. He is essentially adviser-less, friendless. His campaign team is made up of cold mercenaries at best and Roger Ailes at worst. His party treats him as a stench it can’t yet remove.

He was a germophobe through most of his life and cut off contact with others, and now I just picture him alone in the middle of the night, tweeting out hatred.

Trump breaks his own world record for being appalling on a weekly basis, but as the campaign sinks to new low after new low, I find myself experiencing feelings of deep sadness and pity.

Imagine if you had to go through a single day without sharing kind little moments with strangers and friends.

Imagine if you had to endure a single week in a hate-filled world, crowded with enemies of your own making, the object of disgust and derision.

You would be a twisted, tortured shrivel, too, and maybe you’d lash out and try to take cruel revenge on the universe. For Trump this is his whole life.

Trump continues to display the symptoms of narcissistic alexithymia, the inability to understand or describe the emotions in the self. Unable to know themselves, sufferers are unable to understand, relate or attach to others.

To prove their own existence, they hunger for endless attention from outside. Lacking internal measures of their own worth, they rely on external but insecure criteria like wealth, beauty, fame and others’ submission…

Trump’s emotional makeup means he can hit only a few notes: fury and aggression. In some ways, his debate performances look like primate dominance displays — filled with chest beating and looming growls. But at least primates have bands to connect with, whereas Trump is so alone, if a tree fell in his emotional forest, it would not make a sound.

It’s all so pathetic.

Yep.  And scary as hell that such an unsuitable man has come so close to the presidency.

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