To Trump’s True Believers (à la Eric Hoffer) we have no need to analyze him. Pundits and media types disagree; they rake over his bullying, lying, racism, sexism, hyper-litigiousness, and extreme reactions to criticism.
I am struck instead and call him out as a mommy’s boy. Viewed as such, Donald Trump comes into focus.
While many have noted that his father urged him to leverage the family fortune and that he could be a relative king in NYC, we don’t hear much of Mary MacLeod Trump, Fred’s wife and mother of their five. She was a Scottish emigrant who start U.S. life as a maid. While Fred was off developing real estate and getting rich, she was half philanthropist and half mom.
I rant in what I call my Romney Rexall psychology. Donny-poo came into particularly sharp focus as a mommy’s boy since he started his thudding stumbles toward’s the Presidency. He has decades of history whining about how unfair anything is that doesn’t give him what he wants. His thousands of legal filings are rife with official complaints against one judge after another who did not rule in his favor.
Lately, he’s compounded that and perhaps gone too far openly carping about the judge in the class-action suit against him for fraud related to Trump University. He combines his whining about “fairness” with his nativism and pure racism in alleging the judge cannot be “fair’ because his is “Mexican” and “I’m going to build a wall.”
What he see is the mommy’s boy. Whatever Donny wants he deserves and must have. Anything else is not fair.
I think back to my sons and their friends in preschool. At three or four, they had a firm grasp on the idea of we-have-the-same. The corollary runs along the line of “Fred got two cookies and I only got one. No fair!” When mommy’s special boy doesn’t get exactly what he wants, he acts out as any four-year-old.
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