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CHAOS REVISITED


 "a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order."

Isn't four years of this enough, seriously?

The constant media drumbeat, TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP, dominating the headlines, the news shows, and our conversation.

This did not happen by accident, this was a calculated strategy by a certified narcissist.

"Narcissism: a mental condition in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance, a deep need for excessive attention and admiration, troubled relationships, and a lack of empathy for others."

The Trump supporters say that "this is just Trump being Trump" that, my friends, is precisely the problem.

Now that he's lost the election and his sycophants in Congress have replaced their horns with silence, if not acceptance, wouldn't you think the man would suck it up, acknowledge the inevitable, exhibit a modicum of humility and devise an exit strategy that would highlight his accomplishments not feed his addiction for attentive chaos.

The GOP has lost its way, it has become a Trump enabler, his pusher, the politicians that feed his addiction with his drug of choice, "acceptance". Rockstars understand this, the roar of a concert crowd is like catnip to them, it keeps them coming back on stage night after night. For Trump, The Apprentice and the Rallies were an adrenaline rush, a temporary fix for his attention-craving personality. 

Now, without the stage he craves, he is implementing a scorched earth exit policy, preventing an orderly transfer of power with chaotic firings, hirings, and roadblocks designed to prevent order and compromise the security of the country.

To what end?

I suggest that before the curtain falls on his last act, Trump wants one last performance, one last hurrah from his infamous base and he's willing to play Nero's fiddle while the Republic burns. 

Fortunately, we have elected a firefighter with a full extinguisher, the Republic will not burn it will only be scorched a little and the arson will fade back into the oblivion from which he came.

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