A bit of Monday morning quarterbacking…thanks @matt for succintly setting up the discussion…and forgive what may be a bit of ranting on my part.
While the rest of nation observed the memorial for a beloved First lady…Barbara Bush, regardless of their politics.
"Trump, by contrast, as this weekend showed, gives the impression of fighting fiercely for respect and validation every day"
And to understand his off-the-charts behavior, we only need look at his upbringing…where the beginnings of all this behavior was proved successful, albeit untethered and angry bullying.
Somehow this need for fighting back (‘he’s at best when he’s got an opponent’) and a nonexistent conscious are tied back to his being raised by a mother, born and raised in Scotland who spoke only Gaellic and a wealthy father who only was 'dour and an authoritarian patriarch."
"Even as a child Trump was a horror: Throwing stones at a toddler in a playpen. Boasting he gave his teacher a black eye. Think the president’s a bully now? You should’ve seen him as a boy!
A pint-sized bully who loved to pull girls’ hair and once lobbed rocks at a toddler in his playpen. A loud-mouthed classroom know-all who could never admit he was wrong and boasted of giving the music teacher a black eye. And a sporting show-off who yearned to hear the crowd’s applause . . . but who would smash his baseball bat in fury if he didn’t win.
Arrogant, over-bearing, thin-skinned, determined, and not exactly great with the ladies — does this portrait of a child growing up in Fifties surburban New York sound like a certain grown-up (well, sort of grown-up) currently strutting the world stage?
It was Aristotle who said ‘Give me the child until he’s seven and I will show you the man’, and Donald Trump, now 70, would certainly agree. The 45th U.S. President insists he’s much the same character now as he was when he was in junior school.
Born in June 1946, Trump was the fourth of five children to Fred Trump, a ruthless Queens builder and property developer, and his Scottish-born wife, Mary, an immigrant who had fled poverty on the Isle of Lewis and met Fred at a dance in New York. Trump Sr was a dour, authoritarian patriarch who dressed in a jacket and tie even at home.
A workaholic, he was already very rich by the time Donald arrived. They lived in a 23-room, red-brick, mock Georgian mansion in the well-to-do Jamaica Estates neighbourhood of Queens.
They were the envy of their neighbours with a chauffeur, cook, colour television, intercom system and two Cadillacs with consecutive personalised number plates (virtually nobody had one back then but, of course, the showy Trumps had two).
Donald — with his ten-speed Italian racing bike and a huge, elaborate model train set — made the local children green with envy.
He clearly left an impression on his neighbours, classmates and teachers because so many could remember at least one chilling anecdote about him 60 years later.
When a ball bounced into their garden, he threatened to tell his father and the police about those responsible.
Dennis Burnham, who lived next door, was a toddler when his mother briefly put him in a playpen in their garden. She returned a few minutes later to find the current U.S. president, then aged five or six, standing at his fence throwing rocks at the little boy.
His mother warned Dennis to ‘stay away from the Trumps’ as they didn’t want him ‘beaten up’ by the family bully.
Another local child, Steven Nachtigall, now a 66-year-old doctor, said he never forgot Trump, a ‘loudmouth bully’, once jumping off his bike and pummelling another boy.
And his mother, of humble origins was one who wanted to show her social standing, but deferred always. Looks like Fred was the ultimate arbiter.
Feelings towards his mother - “Trump seems to have little use for his mother’s humble roots.”
or for others. "Trump wrote in The Art of the Deal. “It didn’t take me long to realize that there was nothing particularly awesome or exceptional about my classmates, and that I could compete with them just fine.” In the same book, he thumbed his nose at old money New Yorkers who didn’t like his buildings and has said he worries Ivanka “looks down on him.”
See what ex-wife Ivana thinks…This was floated in a Page Six ( NY POST Murdoch-Pro-T paper) who said she thinks he does not need to run again…thereby teeing up his grand exit strategy…
While the tweets do exhibit a consciousness of guilt, and a need to hit back on his accusers, T’s thin skin, vanity and lack of discipline are the elements which will bring him down. This and well, all the many days of evidence that is piling up over T’s alleged illegal activities.
We all see through these horrendous tweets that he’s quick to blame and never rises beyond his own infantile need for recognition at all times.