I was talking to my doctor down at the hospital
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He said, son it says here you’re 27. But that’s impossible.
I remember reading stories about how Gram Parsons would routinely inject himself with quantities of heroin that were four times greater than the dose that would kill an unacclimated person, but that appeared to do him no serious harm, at least until one day in the fall of 1973.
I’m wondering if Trump’s malignant narcissism features a similar dynamic. Yesterday he “won” the Nobel Peace Prize, but apparently the dosage wasn’t sufficient to ameliorate his what appears to be his almost literally infinite neediness in regard to receiving continual praise and adulation. Hence The Board of Peace will soon be announcing the winner of the most prestigious Peace Prize ever awarded, much much more prestigious than the Nobel Peace Prize, which a lot of people are saying has lot all credibility, ever since they failed to officially award it to him, but which he won anyway, because he has a certificate that says so.
We are in uncharted waters.
. . . commenter Richard Roland has achieved Zen-like clarity:
Trump is an uncomplicated creature. He’s the most UnEnlightened being on earth.
He wanted his Noble(sic) Peace Prize. He got it (for some values of got it) and now he doesn’t want it anymore.
He’s the most Hedonic Treadmill Human Being on Earth. He can’t stop because it’s the WANTING that keeps him alive.
The Electorate strapped us to a Fuck You Machine and it will end when he dies.