Humpty Trumpty has fallen off the wall and no one can fix the Eggman this time.

The Hoarse Whisperer

This is the most significant window into Trump’s psychology since the election.

He is so gravely wounded by his loss, even the usual protections a narcissist employs aren’t saving him.

Trump is flying back from Mar-a-Lago today to the White House. He usually stays through the holiday. He will miss the New Year festivities at his precious club. The White House did not provide a reason for this early departure. So...watch out.

“This isn’t a lavish club you sometimes visit as its wealthy owner anymore. It’s your residence... because you lost your primary residence - the White House - and can’t go back to the prior one - your New York place.”

That was likely a bomb to his already wounded psyche.

Trump couldn’t face the people he used to rush to see. He pathologically NEEDS ego fuel the way an addict needs a fix. And they were his supply.

Trump is in very bad shape.

Alone, isolated, rendered helpless by the dysfunction of his narcissism, he is in a bad, bad spot.

Narcissists, statistically, aren’t all that likely to die by suicide - and I would have a hard time imagining Trump would ever self-harm.

However, a narcissist who cannot escape a profound public fall from grace is in excruciating pain.

Their entire persona is a construction to avoid that very thing.

It is like a living death. It’s like severe third-degree burns.

That’s why they turn to scapegoating and face-saving. They NEED to mitigate the ego damage.

Trump is broken. Nothing is working.

Maybe he stabilizes. Maybe after the 6th he realizes the delusion of changing the outcome is dead. Maybe he moves on to face-saving then.

Right now though, he is broken beyond repair.

Humpty Trumpty has fallen off the wall and no one can fix the Eggman this time.

https://twitter.com/TheRealHoarse/status/1344702988745662464?s=20

Charles P Pierce: "1968 Is No Longer the Worst Year I've Experienced"

A note from Mr. Pierce at Esquire (who survived being hit by a car in 2020) — “1968 Is No Longer the Worst Year I’ve Experienced”:

… In 1968, even at its worst, even in the days when, one day after another, leaders were murdered here and democracy was crushed in Prague and Nixon, of all people, was elected President of the United States, there was some sense of forward movement. Hell, LBJ actually got a gun-control bill passed that October, and he was the lamest duck since James Buchanan at that point…

So we enter into the first year of what can fairly be called the nation’s Third Reconstruction, which will be completed this time, God willing, and if we have the stomach for what has to be done. We’ve looked over the edge and into the abyss and felt the ground giving way beneath our feet. That’s a kind of thrill, I guess. I’d rather not feel it again for a while, though.

There’s a lot of work there and so much rubble to clear away, and we are demonstrably not a country that believes in collective action any more. We have to stretch and exert political and social muscles that we have discovered recently have atrophied. That begins on January 1…

I have no reason to be overoptimistic.

But I’m trying…

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