Fintan O’Toole is an opinion writer for The Irish Times. My friend Carol Burris shared this brilliant column with me.
He writes:
Sixty years ago, Bob Dylan chanted that “even
the president of the United States/ Sometimes
must have to stand naked”. But now there is
no “sometimes” about it. The president of the
United States is full frontal all the time.
Donald Trump has stripped away all the
niceties that allowed too many people to
remain in denial about his intentions.
The last two months have been a radically
revised version of Hans Christian Andersen’s
fable “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” In the
original, the emperor is duped by two
swindlers into parading naked and everyone
goes along with the illusion until an innocent
child cries out “But he hasn’t got anything on”.
The new twist is that it is Trump himself who
insists on exposing the bare truth of his
objectives.
The real shock of recent weeks is that anyone
is shocked. Most European leaders seem to be
genuinely astounded by Trump’s bullying,
boorishness and blatant aggression. They had
fooled themselves into believing what they
wanted to believe – the emperor has a very
fine new suit. As in Andersen’s parable,
“Nobody would confess that he couldn’t see
anything, for that would prove him either
unfit for his position, or a fool”.
Wishful thinking spun three layers of
imaginary cover. The first was an idea that
comes naturally to professional politicians –
that there is a great gap between campaign
rhetoric and actual governing. With Trump,
there is no such distinction. He is always on
the campaign trail. Everything is one big rally.
What you see on stage – the freewheeling
megalomania, the gleeful malignity – is what
you get in the Oval Office.
The second fig leaf is the literally/seriously
dichotomy. This idea started with a column in
The Atlantic by Salena Zito: “the press takes
him literally, but not seriously; his supporters
take him seriously, but not literally.” It was a
smart thing to say but it has long since
coagulated into cliche. The purpose of cliche
is to save everyone the bother of thinking.
Taking Trump seriously but not literally
became a way of avoiding the hard task of
preparing for his all too literal
destructiveness.
Any excuse for clinging on to the illusion that
Trump’s supporters do not take him literally
vanished on January 6th, 2021, when many of
them heard exactly what he was saying and
attempted to stage a violent coup on his
behalf. Yet much of Europe’s political
establishment continued to reassure itself
that Trump’s imperialist demands were
bluster and braggadocio. He couldn’t really
mean that stuff, could he?
What has to be understood about Trump is
his use of trial runs. He puts things out there,
tests the water, pulls back, goes again. Ideas
appear first as half-serious, still wrapped in a
coating of deniability. But they become
normalised. The unthinkable becomes
thinkable and, when he has the power, the
thinkable becomes doable.
The literally/seriously cliche obscures this
whole process. It sustains the belief that if, for
example, Trump demands that Denmark give
him Greenland and then goes silent on the
subject, he never really meant it in the first
place. But he did mean it and he will come
back to it.
The third layer of illusion is that Trump is a
supreme dealmaker. This is still the comfort
blanket for many of those who want to believe
that he can’t truly be as monstrous as he
seems. It relates, however, not to a real person
but to “Donald Trump”, a fictional mogul
created in a book, The Art of the Deal, that he
did not write, and a show, The Apprentice,
that was as real as reality TV ever is.
The real Trump is a more a breaker than a
maker of deals. In power, he is much more
interested in flouting bargains than in making
them. He despises all existing treaties: the
Paris climate accords, the Iran nuclear
agreement, the arms control agreements with
Russia. A genuine deal is based on mutuality
– a concept that Trump does not recognise.
For him, there are only the “suckers and
losers” being screwed and the superior types
who are doing the screwing.
And when he has made deals, they’ve all
failed. The Abraham Accords normalising
relations between Israel and United Arab
Emirates, Bahrain, Morocco, and Sudan was
his big success story – but it has, to put it
mildly, done nothing to bring peace to the
Middle East.
Trump’s love-hate soap opera with North
Korea’s Kim Jong-un was, in the end, a farce.
His deal with the Taliban simply handed
Afghanistan over to them in return for
nothing. His supposedly grand trade deal
with China produced nothing at all for
the US.

O’Toole does a good job analyzing the careless, yet methodical way Trump works. Trump’s callous audacity is ultimately up to no good for the people of America and the world. He is destroying our federal government, social safety nets and democracy in the process. He is destroying what was a relatively sound economy with his tariffs. His goal is to solidify his power and line his pockets at our expense. While he put punitive tariffs on most of our allies, where are the tariffs on Russia, Saudi Arabia and Israel?
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The brutal truth. Thanks for sharing this, Diane. When we accept our responsibility for allowing it, we may be able to slow down and deal with reality.
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The frustrating thing is that the children who say Trump is nude are met with disbelief, and he just keeps right on showing us his Johnson.
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I have come to the conclusion that none of Trump’s businesses were failures. The products offered were a diversion for malevolent operators to hide their money. He has continued this practice in the form of fake watches and knock of Les Paul guitars that allow international criminals to contribute to Trump’s wealth in exchange to certain privileges. His meme coins serve a similar purpose. His careless business practices became an opportunity for Russian Oligarchs to pad his wallet while gaining undue influence in American politics. Trump has been a criminal his entire adult life. Criminals don’t believe in doing good things. There are enough with political power, both domestically and internationally, who see this as an opportunity. Trump is bringing everything down so he and his associates can collect the spoils.
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Bob Dylan: “It’s Alright Ma, (I’m Only Bleeding_
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying
Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be one more
Person crying
So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
what else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
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Little wonder Dylan was awarded the Nobel for Literature (though he did not attend the ceremony).
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Anyone, and I mean ANYONE, who wanted to see what the lifelong cheater, liar, convicted rapist, fraud and felon looks like without clothing only had to learn how many court cases the Sadistic Sociopath has been in since 1973., after Roy Cohn trained him how to create chaos, followed by lots of suffering for some or many.
This is when I started learning who he was back in 2016, after he came down that escalator, announcing he was running for president. I’m sure I’ve written this before here and elsewhere.
Still, I think what I learned must to be repeated often, everywhere possible.
In 2016, I didn’t know much about the celebrity, estate mogul. Those three words was all I knew back then.
I never watched The Apprentice.
I never read The Art of the Deal.
I was born in California, where I’ve lived all my life.
So, I didn’t have up close, personal knowledge about him.R
She said she grew up hating him for who he has always been.
I decided i’d start with his history before 2016, since there was so much of it out there.
The next paragraph was the first thing I learned before the flood that followed, drenching and drowning decades.
“From 1973 until he was elected president in 2016, Donald Trump and his businesses were involved in over 4,000 legal cases in United States federal and state courts, including battles with casino patrons, million-dollar real estate lawsuits, personal defamation lawsuits, and over 100 business tax disputes.”
By the time he won the 2016 election, I knew who he was and he still is. What did I learn about who he was from his history before that date?
That he has been a sadistic sociopath most of his life
A criminal
A bully
A troll
A coward
A family crime lord
A liar
A cheater
A malignant narcissist
A meglamanacias
A loser
Now that he has added almost another decade to his show-and-tell life story, I think he is more dangerous than Hitler, Stalin, and every other powerful monster throughout history.
Why? Because he has access to the US nuclear weapons codes and the most powerful military in the world, and he hasn’t used those yet, but I have no doubts that he will if he stays in power much longer.
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Roy, the people of New York City knew about Trump when he ran the first time. They tried to warn us, and not enough people listened.
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Those of us who have lived in NYC–in my case since 1960–know that Trump is a fraud whose highest ambition was to be seen as very rich and very sexy. We knew of his multiple business failures.
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“whose highest ambition was to be seen as very rich and very sexy.”
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ad infinitum. Quite an ambitious dude.
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Duane,
You will like this. Trump used to call the New York Post, which had a great gossip column, and say he was Trump’s press agent. I think he called himself John Miller. He quoted some woman who said that her night with Trump was “the best sex I ever had.”
It didn’t go into the gossip column. It was the entire front page of the newspaper the next day.
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