How Donald Trump is Like an Overgrown Little Arab Boy
(Parallels between Donald Trump and Sadaam Hussein, and the psychic germs of grandiloquence )
By
David Gottfried
We have all heard examples galore which establish that Trump is a fiendish, puke-producing varmint that makes the stench of any skunk seem as sweet as a rose.
But sometimes his sickest comments arise in the most unexpected instances. To me, the severe psychotic grandiloquence of that man blazed with real Holocaustal Potential when he spoke about the sexual revolution.
Trump said that his experiences, during the sexual revolution of the sixties and seventies, were as dangerous and as daunting as the challenges that confronted our fighting men in Vietnam.
Our GIs were suffering from a multitude of tropical ailments from the biting, stinging reptiles, insects and rodents of the Jungles of Vietnam, but stoic Trump, with all the quiet fortitude of John Boy of the Waltons, had to contend with the risks of deviated septums from snorting too much cocaine. Our guys in Vietnam had to suffer the loss of their limbs, and the raging fevers from the infections that feasted on the stumps of their limbs, but he had a slight fever when he got syphilis and gonorrhea. Our men in Vietnam had to endure the trauma of seeing their buddies’ faces blown off, but Trump had to endure the jealousy of seeing another guy get a girl whom Trump had lusted for.
Grasp the consequences of his belief that Studio 54 was equivalent to South Vietnam, and you will see, in a flash, why he has the will to commit any and all evils imaginable if they are in his own interest.
Very simply, if he thinks that being Donald Trump, prancing around New York City in the finest and most expensive clothing and cars and call girls is as tough and as gritty and as noble an ordeal as the bullets, bombs and privations as Vietnam, he thinks he is the second coming of Jesus.
Some psychoanalysts posit that just as mankind in its infancy believed that the sun revolved around the earth, infants believe that the world revolves around them. However, must of us are not infants forever. Most of us go to school and learn that there are other boys and girls who are faster or stronger or smarter than us.
However, Trump is so severely out of his fucking mind that his relationship to the world is like that of an infant. Or perhaps like that of a little Arab Boy.
An Israeli psychoanalyst from Rumania (I read him a few years ago and can’t recall his name) said that in the Arab world, boys are utterly adored by their mothers. Because women are so utterly despised in Islam, a woman often finds true glory only when she bears a son. Arabic women are so fond of heaping hossanas of praise on their little boys that they often breast feed them until they are five or six or even older. The boy says give me milk, and the boy gets milk.
The Rumanian-Israeli analyst said that this had profound emotional consequences: When the boy knows that his demand for milk will give him milk, he learns to believe that his utterance of a desire is enough to make it so. The boy learns to orate with emphasis, and his poetic orations become an excuse for not working toward his goal. (Abba Eban, Israel’s former ambassador to the United Nations, and a scholar of Arabic and about 17 other languages, said that Arab literature is very lush and passionate and zealous and severe. Every amplifier is as high as it can get. Abba Eban said that, consequently, the Arab bark was always bigger than its bite and this was why he, Eban, was more apt, than most Israelis, to entertain peace deals with the Arabs.)
The boy is so full of himself that he often becomes a very boastful but ineffectual man. And when the boy is all grown-up, he may be Sadaam and say that he will give America “the mother of all battles,” and America beat Sadaam in days. In 1967, three Arab states, with a combined population 30 times that of Israel, waged war against Israel, and the Arab street seethed with febrile rhetoric about pushing the Jews into the sea and raping the Jewish women, and Israel won the war in six days.
And just as the Arab man is often weak and ultimately dejected, Mr. Trump is a very weak man. Sure, he knows how to make people feel terrible. He is strong at that. But does he know how to really make something. Of course not.
He knows how to put corporate assets into his own bank account and then have his corporations declare bankruptcy. (And by doing this, thousands of contractors, electricians and plumbers, all over South Jersey, never got their pay checks) He knew how to have a Father who showered money on New York’s “liberal” Politicians who proceeded to give outrageously good deals to Trump such as a lease that required that his rental payment, for land which contains the Grand Hyatt and is one block from Grand Central Station, would be only one dollar per year. (And do you, you more moderate Democrats, really have to ask why me and my friends supported Bernie Sanders ? It’s because so many goddamn “liberal” democrats are liars, through and through, and their first allegiance is always to their corporate donors.)
And when he became president, he showed us what a big, big man he was. He has continually told us that the North Koreans love him and that they no longer pose a threat, but they ground him up and pieces of him can be found in the wontons floating in the soup in our best Chinese Restaurants. (Sorry if you find that offensive. I just think it’s so funny. If you’ve seen as many gory and groovy horror movies as me, you’d understand.) More specifically, they continued to test and advance their nuclear program during his presidency and, to further placate North Korea, Trump agreed that America would no longer participate with Japan and South Korea in military training and exercises to buttress our defense.
Trump agreed to give Afghanistan to the Taliban. Joe Biden complied with his agreement, lest other nations think our word cannot be trusted, and now Trump criticizes Biden for letting the Taliban have Afghanistan. Trump gets away with this because his Neanderthal, brain-dead, ugly supporters don’t know that Trump agreed to give Afghanistan back to the Taliban. But hell, his supporters don’t know how to do much of anything except make fried chicken, eat fried chicken, get fat, fart and look ugly.
He decided that he would hurt Ukraine to better his chance of reelection. Very simply, he concluded that Ukraine would be denied arms, to defend itself from Russia, if Ukraine did not make up dirt about Hunter Biden.
Trump is getting sicker, and more evil, with the unremitting constancy of AIDS viruses destroying a body’s immune system. America, bereft of an immune system that knows bullshit is bullshit, is plagued by all the whores of Babylon: Trump’s best political buddies, a-holes such as Alex Jones, who said that the murder of little school children was invented by their parents and Rudy Guiliani, a man who doesn’t have the worth to lick Anthony Soprano’s shoes, whose lieutenants, at Rudy’s direction, pretended, after arresting a Holocaust survivor for alleged stock exchange malfeasance, that they were Nazi storm troopers ready to torture him to death.
Not too long ago, Trump said that he had wished that his generals had been like Hitler’s generals, reasoning that those old Germans really knew how to bow and scrape before a dictator like the Donald or Donald’s old Uncle Adolf. And his supporters are now threatening FBI agents because they conducted a search of his gaudy South Florida super mansion.
And now at least 40 percent of the American people adore his every word, and bow before his visage, like an Austrian anti-Semite saluting Hitler when he marched into Vienna. And that’s pretty damn serious because in Germany’s last election before Hitler took power, Hitler got about 37 percent of the vote.