Do not kid yourself for a minute that this is about money. This is all about the pathetically obvious inferiority complex that’s driven his whole life. It’s what all the bombast and self-regard is about, the constant need to belittle and demean anyone who fails to acknowledge his superiority. It’s what all the ostentatious displays of wealth, the plastering of his name on every available surface, the hot-swappable trophy wives, the proto-Kardashian fame-whoring, the constant claims that very, very rich, powerful and beautiful people who he doesn’t name agree with him, and the tendency to hear everything said to him as agreement is about.
Trump is way past the point where mere money can even begin to fill the vast sucking black hole that is his sense of inadequacy or shield him from the self-loathing that he’s been running away from, and desperately attempting to avoid even glancing at, for his entire life. No, Obama exposed the worthless, shriveled little worm for all to see at that banquet and now he must prove to everyone, above all himself, that he is not either inadequate. He’ll blow every dollar he doesn’t really have if that’s what it takes, because maybe power can finally fill that hole.
So basically, everything bad and terrible and icky and horrifying about Richard M. Nixon and George W. Bush and Huey Long, with none of their scant redeeming features, and most definitely none of Nixon or Long’s brains or limited ability to put themselves in the other guy’s shoes. What could go wrong, America?
