WE ALWAYS BURN THE MAN

Posted by Deborah Long on Oct 2, 2019 in 2020 Presidential Election, Government, History, Impeachment, Inspiration and Living, Journalism, Law, Religion, Society, United States, Writing | 0 comments

There are many faces of Donald Trump. His mirthless smirk telegraphs that he is full of the guile that lives in the recesses of the soul of an evil man. The apparent carnal delight he takes in the sadistic arts sends a chill down the spines of even the most callous among us. He paws at the ground, he bellows, and now, finally, we see him stripped of his horns – the moment when all façade falls away, and we see him for his essential self: a dying beast, sapped of his power, a hologram that flickers between time-frame images: – from that of a petulant boy – to that of a prancing adolescent playboy – to that of a petty thief using play money to grift his way to the top of the tabloids.