The World's Emptiest Man
Donald Trump is an empty shell in the shape of a human.
Beyond the fact that America’s 25th Amendment obviously has no trigger, and beyond the sanewashing of softball media headlines, I’m interested in what Trump’s Truth Social tirades reveal.
His dozens and dozens of rants a night, often in the middle of the night, spill out of his swollen fingers like the tantrums of a spoiled only child. They’re remarkable in that they’re so manic, awful, and constant. “Gavin Newscum!” “Low IQ!” “Stupid people!” And of course, there are those AI videos of the Obamas as monkeys and a fighter-jet fantasy with crowned Trump dropping feces bombs on “No Kings” protesters.
I’m not a trained psychologist, but my mental picture of the Midnight Mango is one of constant unrest, agitation, and emptiness. He seems to have no friends, no meaningful conversations, no human interactions that aren’t transactional or adversarial.
His heart is a sieve, with each fresh suck-up of praise almost instantly draining away and requiring the next refill. When no sycophants are nearby, he worships himself, posting golden idols, AI hero characters, himself on Rushmore, and claims of “greatest in history” accomplishments in total contrast to reality.
Even the “joy” Trump gets from sexist/racist insults and revenge doesn’t create real satisfaction. His world is a swirling eddy where flailing leads in circles. So...he splashes harder and louder until exhausted in misery before the next round of spasms.
In my life, I have never seen anyone so devoid of basic humanity. I’ve seen Trump smirk, but I’ve never seen him laugh. I’ve heard words of ego, but never words of empathy. I’ve watched a man compensating for his micro-smallness with fantasies of Kim Jong Il statues of himself in the world’s most visible places. It’s almost as if he wants physical objects to constantly affirm a “greatness” he knows he’ll never possess.
The man might have bettered the world with his privilege, influence, and resources. He might have enjoyed the company of friends, known the gift of outward-facing love, and reaped the satisfaction that comes when you’ve made a positive ripple in the human sea.
Instead, he’s a toddler in a tie, power without perspective, a human without humanity. And when he finally passes away, his one contribution to bettering the world will be his absence.
What a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Brilliantly written Seth - hit the orange nail on the head perfectly!