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Pelle Svanslös
Aug 12, 2017, 2:32:09 PM8/12/17
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I didn't get his endorsement when I ran for governor — but the severely
troubled man I met has only gotten worse.
In 1994, I visited the home of Donald Trump. He was a Democrat then, of
sorts, and I was the party’s nominee for governor of Connecticut. He’d
taken an interest in our state owing to his keen desire to lodge a
casino in Bridgeport, an idea I found economically and morally dubious.
I had scant hope of enlisting him, but made the trip anyway, thinking
that if I convinced him I might win, he’d be less apt to bankroll my
opponent.
I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
always in the third person. He’d given himself a nickname: “the
Trumpster,” as in “everybody wants to know what the Trumpster’s gonna
do,” a claim he made more than once.
He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
trips he’d taken or things he owned. All were unrelated to the alleged
point of our meeting, and to one another. That he seldom even attempted
segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
On the drive home, we all burst out laughing, then grew quiet. What the
hell just happened? My first theory, that Trump was high on cocaine,
didn’t feel quite right, but he was clearly emotionally impaired: in
constant need of approbation; lacking impulse control, self-awareness or
awareness of others. We’d heard tales of his monumental vanity, but were
still shocked by the sad spectacle of him.
That visit colored all my later impressions of Trump. Over time, his
mental health seemed to decline. He threw more and bigger public
tantrums; lied more often and less artfully. The media, also in decline
and knowing a ratings magnet when it saw one, turned a blind eye.
Sensing impunity, Trump revived the racist ‘birther’ lie. In 2011, he
told the “Today” show’s Meredith Vieira he had unearthed some dark secrets:
Vieira: You have people now down there searching, I mean in Hawaii?
Trump: Absolutely. And they cannot believe what they’re finding
As Trump recycled old lies, Vieira had a queasy look but no apparent
knowledge of the facts. Of course, there weren’t any. Trump had no proof
of Obama being born in Kenya. (Since there is none.) It’s highly
doubtful he had any researchers in Hawaii. (It was only after Vieira
asked him that he claimed he did.) Later, when Trump’s story crumbled,
he followed a rule taught by his mentor, Roy Cohn, infamous architect of
McCarthyism: Admit nothing. To Trump, a lie is worth a thousand pictures.
Like the language of politics, the language of psychology is imprecise;
the term “sociopath” is as hard to nail down as “liberal” or
“conservative.” What separates a serial liar from a pathological liar?
The diagnosis we associate with Trump is “narcissistic personality
disorder”. ... No president ever seemed so impaired or disordered, but
we needn’t compare him only to other rotten presidents. Trump is the
Chuck Yeager of lying, a shatterer of records thought untouchable. That
he is frozen in pathological, crotch-grabbing adolescence is well
documented; that his judgment is often deranged by rage is self-evident.
Trump embodies that old therapists’ saw “perception is projection.” You
can use this handy tool to locate the truth, exactly opposite from
whatever he just said. He has a weight management problem, so women are
“fat pigs.” He can’t stop fibbing, so his primary opponent becomes
“Lyin’ Ted Cruz.” His career is rife with fraud so the former secretary
of state becomes “Crooked Hillary.” He is terrified of ridicule, so
Barack Obama is a “laughingstock.” When he says America’s a wasteland
but he’ll make it great again, we know his secret fear.
It’s likely that Trump’s arrested development also got him white
working-class votes, among males especially. The infantilization of the
American male is a phenomenon we have been slow to recognize.
http://www.salon.com/2017/08/12/my-meeting-with-donald-trump-a-damaged-pathetic-personality-whose-obvious-impairment-has-only-gotten-worse/
troubled man I met has only gotten worse.
In 1994, I visited the home of Donald Trump. He was a Democrat then, of
sorts, and I was the party’s nominee for governor of Connecticut. He’d
taken an interest in our state owing to his keen desire to lodge a
casino in Bridgeport, an idea I found economically and morally dubious.
I had scant hope of enlisting him, but made the trip anyway, thinking
that if I convinced him I might win, he’d be less apt to bankroll my
opponent.
I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
always in the third person. He’d given himself a nickname: “the
Trumpster,” as in “everybody wants to know what the Trumpster’s gonna
do,” a claim he made more than once.
He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
trips he’d taken or things he owned. All were unrelated to the alleged
point of our meeting, and to one another. That he seldom even attempted
segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
On the drive home, we all burst out laughing, then grew quiet. What the
hell just happened? My first theory, that Trump was high on cocaine,
didn’t feel quite right, but he was clearly emotionally impaired: in
constant need of approbation; lacking impulse control, self-awareness or
awareness of others. We’d heard tales of his monumental vanity, but were
still shocked by the sad spectacle of him.
That visit colored all my later impressions of Trump. Over time, his
mental health seemed to decline. He threw more and bigger public
tantrums; lied more often and less artfully. The media, also in decline
and knowing a ratings magnet when it saw one, turned a blind eye.
Sensing impunity, Trump revived the racist ‘birther’ lie. In 2011, he
told the “Today” show’s Meredith Vieira he had unearthed some dark secrets:
Vieira: You have people now down there searching, I mean in Hawaii?
Trump: Absolutely. And they cannot believe what they’re finding
As Trump recycled old lies, Vieira had a queasy look but no apparent
knowledge of the facts. Of course, there weren’t any. Trump had no proof
of Obama being born in Kenya. (Since there is none.) It’s highly
doubtful he had any researchers in Hawaii. (It was only after Vieira
asked him that he claimed he did.) Later, when Trump’s story crumbled,
he followed a rule taught by his mentor, Roy Cohn, infamous architect of
McCarthyism: Admit nothing. To Trump, a lie is worth a thousand pictures.
Like the language of politics, the language of psychology is imprecise;
the term “sociopath” is as hard to nail down as “liberal” or
“conservative.” What separates a serial liar from a pathological liar?
The diagnosis we associate with Trump is “narcissistic personality
disorder”. ... No president ever seemed so impaired or disordered, but
we needn’t compare him only to other rotten presidents. Trump is the
Chuck Yeager of lying, a shatterer of records thought untouchable. That
he is frozen in pathological, crotch-grabbing adolescence is well
documented; that his judgment is often deranged by rage is self-evident.
Trump embodies that old therapists’ saw “perception is projection.” You
can use this handy tool to locate the truth, exactly opposite from
whatever he just said. He has a weight management problem, so women are
“fat pigs.” He can’t stop fibbing, so his primary opponent becomes
“Lyin’ Ted Cruz.” His career is rife with fraud so the former secretary
of state becomes “Crooked Hillary.” He is terrified of ridicule, so
Barack Obama is a “laughingstock.” When he says America’s a wasteland
but he’ll make it great again, we know his secret fear.
It’s likely that Trump’s arrested development also got him white
working-class votes, among males especially. The infantilization of the
American male is a phenomenon we have been slow to recognize.
http://www.salon.com/2017/08/12/my-meeting-with-donald-trump-a-damaged-pathetic-personality-whose-obvious-impairment-has-only-gotten-worse/
*skriptis
Aug 12, 2017, 2:42:56 PM8/12/17
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Pelle Svanslös <pe...@svans.los> Wrote in message:
> I didn't get his endorsement when I ran for governor ? but the severely
> Trumpster,? as in ?everybody wants to know what the Trumpster?s gonna
> do,? a claim he made more than once.
> told the ?Today? show?s Meredith Vieira he had unearthed some dark secrets:
> of Obama being born in Kenya. (Since there is none.) It?s highly
> ?conservative.? What separates a serial liar from a pathological liar?
>
> The diagnosis we associate with Trump is ?narcissistic personality
> disorder?. ... No president ever seemed so impaired or disordered, but
> we needn?t compare him only to other rotten presidents. Trump is the
> ?Lyin? Ted Cruz.? His career is rife with fraud so the former secretary
> of state becomes ?Crooked Hillary.? He is terrified of ridicule, so
> Barack Obama is a ?laughingstock.? When he says America?s a wasteland
> but he?ll make it great again, we know his secret fear.
>
> It?s likely that Trump?s arrested development also got him white
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> I didn't get his endorsement when I ran for governor ? but the severely
> troubled man I met has only gotten worse.
>
> In 1994, I visited the home of Donald Trump. He was a Democrat then, of
> sorts, and I was the party?s nominee for governor of Connecticut. He?d
>
> In 1994, I visited the home of Donald Trump. He was a Democrat then, of
> taken an interest in our state owing to his keen desire to lodge a
> casino in Bridgeport, an idea I found economically and morally dubious.
> I had scant hope of enlisting him, but made the trip anyway, thinking
> that if I convinced him I might win, he?d be less apt to bankroll my
> casino in Bridgeport, an idea I found economically and morally dubious.
> I had scant hope of enlisting him, but made the trip anyway, thinking
> opponent.
>
> I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
> chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
> his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
> all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
> soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
> candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
> people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
>
> Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
> of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
> always in the third person. He?d given himself a nickname: ?the
>
> I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
> chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
> his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
> all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
> soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
> candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
> people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
>
> Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
> of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
> Trumpster,? as in ?everybody wants to know what the Trumpster?s gonna
> do,? a claim he made more than once.
>
> He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
> trips he?d taken or things he owned. All were unrelated to the alleged
> He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
> point of our meeting, and to one another. That he seldom even attempted
> segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
> It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
>
> On the drive home, we all burst out laughing, then grew quiet. What the
> hell just happened? My first theory, that Trump was high on cocaine,
> didn?t feel quite right, but he was clearly emotionally impaired: in
> segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
> It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
>
> On the drive home, we all burst out laughing, then grew quiet. What the
> hell just happened? My first theory, that Trump was high on cocaine,
> constant need of approbation; lacking impulse control, self-awareness or
> awareness of others. We?d heard tales of his monumental vanity, but were
> still shocked by the sad spectacle of him.
>
> That visit colored all my later impressions of Trump. Over time, his
> mental health seemed to decline. He threw more and bigger public
> tantrums; lied more often and less artfully. The media, also in decline
> and knowing a ratings magnet when it saw one, turned a blind eye.
> Sensing impunity, Trump revived the racist ?birther? lie. In 2011, he
>
> That visit colored all my later impressions of Trump. Over time, his
> mental health seemed to decline. He threw more and bigger public
> tantrums; lied more often and less artfully. The media, also in decline
> and knowing a ratings magnet when it saw one, turned a blind eye.
> told the ?Today? show?s Meredith Vieira he had unearthed some dark secrets:
>
> Vieira: You have people now down there searching, I mean in Hawaii?
>
> Trump: Absolutely. And they cannot believe what they?re finding
> Vieira: You have people now down there searching, I mean in Hawaii?
>
>
> As Trump recycled old lies, Vieira had a queasy look but no apparent
> knowledge of the facts. Of course, there weren?t any. Trump had no proof
> As Trump recycled old lies, Vieira had a queasy look but no apparent
> of Obama being born in Kenya. (Since there is none.) It?s highly
> doubtful he had any researchers in Hawaii. (It was only after Vieira
> asked him that he claimed he did.) Later, when Trump?s story crumbled,
> he followed a rule taught by his mentor, Roy Cohn, infamous architect of
> McCarthyism: Admit nothing. To Trump, a lie is worth a thousand pictures.
>
> Like the language of politics, the language of psychology is imprecise;
> the term ?sociopath? is as hard to nail down as ?liberal? or
> McCarthyism: Admit nothing. To Trump, a lie is worth a thousand pictures.
>
> Like the language of politics, the language of psychology is imprecise;
> ?conservative.? What separates a serial liar from a pathological liar?
>
> The diagnosis we associate with Trump is ?narcissistic personality
> disorder?. ... No president ever seemed so impaired or disordered, but
> we needn?t compare him only to other rotten presidents. Trump is the
> Chuck Yeager of lying, a shatterer of records thought untouchable. That
> he is frozen in pathological, crotch-grabbing adolescence is well
> documented; that his judgment is often deranged by rage is self-evident.
>
> Trump embodies that old therapists? saw ?perception is projection.? You
> he is frozen in pathological, crotch-grabbing adolescence is well
> documented; that his judgment is often deranged by rage is self-evident.
>
> can use this handy tool to locate the truth, exactly opposite from
> whatever he just said. He has a weight management problem, so women are
> ?fat pigs.? He can?t stop fibbing, so his primary opponent becomes
> whatever he just said. He has a weight management problem, so women are
> ?Lyin? Ted Cruz.? His career is rife with fraud so the former secretary
> of state becomes ?Crooked Hillary.? He is terrified of ridicule, so
> Barack Obama is a ?laughingstock.? When he says America?s a wasteland
> but he?ll make it great again, we know his secret fear.
>
> It?s likely that Trump?s arrested development also got him white
> working-class votes, among males especially. The infantilization of the
> American male is a phenomenon we have been slow to recognize.
>
> http://www.salon.com/2017/08/12/my-meeting-with-donald-trump-a-damaged-pathetic-personality-whose-obvious-impairment-has-only-gotten-worse/
>
>
Salon, lol.
> American male is a phenomenon we have been slow to recognize.
>
> http://www.salon.com/2017/08/12/my-meeting-with-donald-trump-a-damaged-pathetic-personality-whose-obvious-impairment-has-only-gotten-worse/
>
>
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TT
Aug 12, 2017, 8:32:55 PM8/12/17
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>
> I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
> chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
> his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
> all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
> soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
> candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
> people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
>
> Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
> of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
> always in the third person. He’d given himself a nickname: “the
> Trumpster,” as in “everybody wants to know what the Trumpster’s gonna
> do,” a claim he made more than once.
>
> He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
> trips he’d taken or things he owned. All were unrelated to the alleged
> point of our meeting, and to one another. That he seldom even attempted
> segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
> It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
>
Trump and Kim leave it at that.
And if they do leave it at that then what did Trump achieve other than
worsen the already poor relationship between the two countries. Trump
promised to negotiate and make a deal with Kim - and the only thing he
has done is warmongering and threats of nuclear war.
*skriptis
Aug 12, 2017, 10:51:52 PM8/12/17
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TT <as...@dprk.kp> Wrote in message:
>> do,? a claim he made more than once.
secret negotiations with Kim.
>
>>
>> I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
>> chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
>> his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
>> all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
>> soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
>> candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
>> people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
>>
>
> Seeing pictures of his apartment makes apparent his lack of common sense.
>
>> Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
>> of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
>>
>> I arrived at Trump Tower in early evening, accompanied by my finance
>> chair and an old friend and colleague. Stepping off the elevator into
>> his apartment, we were met by a display of sterile, vulgar ostentation:
>> all gold, silver, brass, marble; nothing soft, welcoming or warm. Trump
>> soon appeared and we began to converse, but not really. In campaigns, we
>> candidates do most of the talking; because we like to, and because
>> people ask us lots of questions. Not this time. Not by a long shot.
>>
>
> Seeing pictures of his apartment makes apparent his lack of common sense.
>
>> Trump talked very rapidly and virtually nonstop for nearly an hour; not
>> of my campaign or even of politics, but only of himself, and almost
>> always in the third person. He?d given himself a nickname: ?the
>> Trumpster,? as in ?everybody wants to know what the Trumpster?s gonna
>> do,? a claim he made more than once.
>>
>> He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
>> trips he?d taken or things he owned. All were unrelated to the alleged
>> He mostly told stories. Some were about his business deals; others about
>> point of our meeting, and to one another. That he seldom even attempted
>> segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
>> It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
>>
>
> Nice to have two narcissistic megalomaniacs exchanging insults. Hope
> Trump and Kim leave it at that.
>
> And if they do leave it at that then what did Trump achieve other than
> worsen the already poor relationship between the two countries. Trump
> promised to negotiate and make a deal with Kim - and the only thing he
> has done is warmongering and threats of nuclear war.
>
Yeah, he miscalculated terribly by not keeping you informed of his
>> segues made each tale seem more disconnected from reality than the last.
>> It was funny at first, then pathetic, and finally deeply unsettling.
>>
>
> Nice to have two narcissistic megalomaniacs exchanging insults. Hope
> Trump and Kim leave it at that.
>
> And if they do leave it at that then what did Trump achieve other than
> worsen the already poor relationship between the two countries. Trump
> promised to negotiate and make a deal with Kim - and the only thing he
> has done is warmongering and threats of nuclear war.
>
secret negotiations with Kim.
Pelle Svanslös
Aug 13, 2017, 3:23:29 AM8/13/17
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Manuel aka Xax
Aug 13, 2017, 7:21:40 AM8/13/17
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TT
Aug 13, 2017, 9:12:19 AM8/13/17
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Manuel aka Xax kirjoitti 13.8.2017 klo 14:21:
> Thanks for sharing, I've read about 15%
Two minute man?
> Thanks for sharing, I've read about 15%
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