“You haven’t asked me one fucking positive question,” he said. “All of this. What about this? What about that? What about that? What about this? All negative.”
The president had been asked about whether Mitch McConnell should resign from the Senate because of his health issues. Trump responded by indicating that videos of McConnell struggling were a “disappointment to a lot of Republicans,” before noting that “Sleepy Joe gave pardons to everybody.” He then exploded, questioning why they were asking about the White House renovations so much, and griping that they hadn’t asked him about Venezuela. Time pointed out that they talked about Venezuela at length earlier in the interview.
“I don’t understand. I’m sitting here. I’ve done all this stuff,” Trump said. “I took the White House and made it beautiful again.”
Here’s a positive question about his deeds that a reporter should ask:
Mr. President, how good did it feel to rape children?
Erroneous beliefs. There is no soul, first of all (if I’m wrong, the burden of proof is on you).
But even if you weren’t being literal, this man is empty inside.
The tantrum at not receiving any positive feedback hinted to me there’s something in there that cares about recognition and appreciation. I’m no scholar of the human soul, but something about that response signaled to me there is a broken and tortured consciousness down there seeking validation through outside admiration. If the shell were entirely soulless, I would have expected indifferent disdain. Instead, I sense a frustrated child trying to win attention from his parents. The absence of adoration is under his skin and eroding the foundation of his entire ego as he senses the finality of his existence approaching. Should have stuck to being a rich private citizen, where the fawning was easy to buy and criticism easy to ignore.