Dementia symptoms are often an exaggerated manifestation of who you are and who you have always been. Familiar behavior endures as present reality fades. One grasps and holds tightly from the widening void those memories that define one’s identity. They are a salve, a soothing tonic easing the terror of being erased.
My dad, a sweet gentle soul, who, as the big A insidiously devoured his neurons, became increasingly sweet and gentle, albeit peppered by “outraged outbursts” when we refused to allow him to drive. The creeping catastrophe of dementia, however, can be particularly alarming when manifested in those with unresolved, unpleasant personalities.
The president, an infamously bombastic, impressively self promoting, publicity seeking con artist, proudly litigious, an unapologetic liar, lecherous, manipulative, demanding, grandiose, intolerant of criticism, empathically deficient, is the quintessential narcissist, possibly of the malignant variety.
I almost (but don’t) feel sorry for the man. He’s surrounded by, propped up, and shamelessly used by an army of power hungry bootlicking brown-nosing obsequious sociopathic sycophants tapping into and manipulating his mental disabilities.
Most disgusting are the whores of the GOP congress who apparently will do “anything” to promote their self aggrandizing agenda. And then, there’s the equally repulsive enabling, greedy, profiteering circle of “friends and family” grabbing and sucking at the teat of wealth, publicity and power.
It’s all one helluva clusterfuck.
