Trump was a buffoon, then he became a fascist. He was an idiot and then he turned into a scheming white supremacist. He was also a Russian puppet.
Now he’s back to being an idiot again, thanks to the release of Michael Wolff’s sleazefest, Fire and Fury.
A queer looking scribbler wrote a book based on whatever popped into his head as he masturbated in the hedges on the white house lawn. Wolff guzzled cough syrup and hallucinated quotes, pulled scenes from his dreams and oiled them up and massaged them into a lurid drama. He’s a rumor wrangler, a gossip hog, a scandal jockey capitalizing on a mean and vindictive cultural mood.
Fire and Fury is a flamboyant work of experimental (non)- fiction, a crackpotboiler served up to a public hungry for sensational stories. Wolff converts his gauzy impressions into the cheaply riveting prose of a trash rummaging, dumpster lurking tabloid hack. He writes not to inform, but rather to sell, to scandalize and titillate. And he’s a master of his scummy craft.
Liberals are now talking about Trump as if he were walking around wearing a bicycle helmet, drool running down his chin. You might wonder why they’re insulting the intelligence of someone who defeated them, but it makes sense when you realize that they derive intense satisfaction from imagining that people in power are stupid and inept.
Liberals (but not only liberals, many conservatives and alt righters as well) prefer to feel like principled underdogs, like brave resisters and rebels. Losing to an idiot reinforces their self-image. They are uncomfortable with genuine power, which is why they pretend they don’t have it even when they do. Some people enjoy nursing spiteful fantasies about their unrewarded superior intelligence, and the idea of Trump as a witless jackass who stumbled into power plays right into this form of self-indulgence.
If Trump were mentally ill or a clinical imbecile, he would be deserving of compassion. Instead he is the target of unending slander. This should tell you something about the sincerity of the concern for his mental fitness.
Trump’s enemies have called him everything but a legitimate adversary. He’s been a moron, a cheeto, a narcissist, a racist, a Nazi, a white supremacist, a conman, a russian plant and an old man so befuddled he should be placed in an assisted living facility. Liberals don’t bother to understand people who don’t conform to their worldview. They refuse to accept that Trump has maintained a consistent political platform and has delivered on many of his campaign promises in his first year as president. Instead they repeat stock lines about his outrageous egotism and love of chaos. The reality of a vital economic and nationalist populist movement led by a successful businessman with a deep reverence for his country is too traumatic for them to bear.
Liberals impulsively caricature their opponents rather than admit that there are honest disagreements between intelligent and earnest people. They shriek about the danger of normalizing supposedly vile behavior, but they pathologize normal conflicts of interest. For the more unhinged among them, Trump isn’t fighting to rejuvenate American manufacturing and reverse globalist economic policies, he’s a vain fool who thinks he’s playing a president on tv. He isn’t risking everything to secure American borders and protect families from gangs and crime, he’s a senile crank who wandered out of the nursing home and into the white house.
Some elite psychiatrists are now questioning Trump’s mental health and leveraging their credentials to influence public perception. They’re not violating their ethical code because they’re only suggesting that Trump is insane and should be removed from office. As long as it’s not a diagnosis, they can put ideas into people’s heads without consequence.
Psychiatrists are playing mind games, abusing the aura of their authority to sway public opinion. They’re masking their political interference as dispassionate, professional analysis. I’m in no position to diagnose anyone, but many psychiatrists are power tripping nutjobs who live to contort other people’s speech and behavior into signs of mental disorder.
Psychiatry is a dubious practice with a history full of embarrassing shams and charlatans. The current fixation on brain chemistry and individual behavior obscures the role of deteriorating social conditions in generating psychic distress. Mental health is defined by its social context; I thought leftists knew this. But rather than expand their scope and evaluate the environmental sources of mental misery, psychiatrists will continue to scrub paraphilias from their diagnostic manuals.
Trump held a televised meeting with Congress for the DACA negotiations and was able to convince the skeptics that he has a prefrontal cortex. Because he didn’t pass out, eat six big macs, grope a few tits, have a seizure or ramble incoherently for three straight hours, the nation’s fears have been allayed and the resistance will have to find another reason to howl about how Trump needs to be immediately impeached.