What these trials continue to lay bare is what we’ve always known…
Everything about Donald Trump is a con.
From his deck-stained skin and 15-step combover to his gilded tower, his real estate acumen, his electoral “success”, his “billions” and his birther mail order bride.
It’s all fake. A ruse. A scam.
He’s not a self-made billionaire, he’s a nepotistic fraud who squandered his daddy’s money, cooked the books and cheated the government.
He’s not a family man, he’s a serial philanderer his family won’t even show up at court to support.
He didn’t win the 2020 election, DESPITE all the ways he cheated and he only “won” in 2016 BECAUSE of all the ways he cheated.
His entire existence has forever been predicated on lies.
Lies he doesn’t want anyone to talk about. Ever. And no matter how many times he does his accordion-hands “pay no attention to the man behind the curtain” he knows we see him.
His distortions are his reality, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not aware of what’s hiding behind the curtain out of view from everyone, especially himself. He knows that he doesn’t want to look at the gadgets and gizmos, thingumajigs, knobs and levers at work to maintain the fiction. And he certainly doesn’t want anyone else to see them either.
To a narcissist like him, these are mortal wounds.
He is a fraud.
A powerless, daddy-funded phony, and a cheater who relies on literal fake news to “win”.
For someone like him, the process of unveiling the truth of who he really is, and all the manipulations it takes to keep the lies intact, is a fate worse than death.