Someone tweeted: Do you think he enjoys reading about Americans who die? I’m starting to think he likes it.
Of course, he does.
The stupid president has no capacity for empathy. He resents every death, because it makes him look bad, so then he’s happy they died.
Can I know this for sure?
Yes. Yes, I can.
I was raised by a malignant narcissist and married to one for 2 years.
I usually compare the stupid president to my dad, but today I’m going to compare him to my second husband, commonly referred to as “the dead one”.
The person who pondered whether or not the president finds joy in the death of Americans triggered a memory of my second husband.
My second husband enjoyed, so very much, driving down the winding old roads that took you to the far side of the greater Cincinnati airport. You could park fairly close to some runways and watch planes take off and land all day long.
I didn’t mind watching the planes because it gave me an hour or two of uninterrupted time to read. Still, I would have also been happy to never park along side a runway again. It was boring.
He bought a radio that would pick up the control tower and planes so he could hear the chatter between the tower and the pilots. Again. Boring.
Then, one day he said something. To him, it wasn’t much different from any other day. To me, his words were a gut punch.
He said he liked watching the runways because he wanted to see a plane crash.
What a defining moment.
I don’t think I’ve ever cited this instance as the reason why I divorced my second husband, but honestly, the marriage died as soon as he said that sentence.
I lost my shit. I tried to force him to see how horrible that was.
What if your children were on that plane? What if I were on that plane?
He just looked at me, sort of bemused. He completely didn’t see my point. He launched into his normal lecture about how I took everything too seriously.
I guess I’ve always found plane crashes pretty fucking serious.
I never went back to watch the planes with him again.
He still went from time to time. He’d smirk and explain how unreasonable I was for taking what he said so seriously.
We were divorced a year later.
He truly didn’t care if people died.
He just wanted to see a plane crash for his own sadistic enjoyment.
Trust me when I tell you. The president gets a dark, gleeful joy when it comes to our dead brothers and sisters.
This is still going to get worse before it gets better.
He will continue to say ridiculous things about drinking bleach and how the cure can’t be worse than the problem. We are going to die in huge numbers and he will continue to not care.
Please continue to isolate if you can.
Please wear a mask when you are out in public.
Please stay safe.
I hope you are safe.