So when Trump makes up stuff or stretches the truth, it bothers me. Because he does it to maim, to hurt, to abuse. I get it. He feels so awful inside, and the only way for him to feel any small relief is by inflicting his anguish onto others. He doesn't lead, he belittles. He doesn't ask, he demands. He spends all his time oozing out a poison that has been in him since childhood. The man needs help. I used to feel sorry for him, but I don't anymore. He's lived on this planet long enough to notice a trend. He has the money and resources to get help for his issues. But that would be admitting he has a problem, and this is something he will never do as long as he lives.
I feel gross that I wasted a whole post on Trump's sorry ass, but I had to make use of the contrast to show how truly wonderful Tommy Wiseau is. And trust me, he is. π
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