Trump just couldn’t stand being labeled a loser - his father’s bête noire. “So there’s no there there,” Mark Meadows commented. Trump’s data experts told him bluntly that he had lost. So I accepted what he was saying.” (Her husband, Jared Kushner, won the prize for gall in his deposition: He was too busy arranging pardons for sleazeballs to pay attention to whether Trump aides were threatening to quit over the sleazeball in the Oval.) “I made it clear I did not agree with the idea of saying the election was stolen and putting out this stuff, which I told the president was bullshit,” William Barr, Trump’s attorney general, said.īreaking from her father, Ivanka Trump - in a taped deposition - said she embraced Barr’s version of reality: “I respect Attorney General Barr. Liz Cheney cleverly used the words of former Trump aides to show that, despite his malevolent bleating, Trump knew there was no fraud on a level that would have changed the election results. “Maybe our supporters have the right idea,” he remarked that day, chillingly, noting that his vice president “deserves it.” If his onetime lap dog Mike Pence was strung up on the gallows outside the Capitol for refusing to help Trump hold onto his office illegitimately, Trump said, so be it. The hearing drove home the fact that Trump was deadly serious about overthrowing the government. It was about Trump as a callous monster, and many will come away convinced that he should be criminally charged and put in jail. 6 committee’s prime-time hearing was not about Trump as a bloviating buffoon who stumbled into the presidency. They are so beyond the pale, so hard to fathom, that in some ways, it’s all still sinking in. We listened Thursday night to the frightful catalogue of Trump’s deeds. It was just another way for the Emperor of Chaos to burnish his title. It never for a moment crossed Donald Trump’s mind that an American president committing sedition would be a debilitating, corrosive thing for the country. Our monster’s malignity stems from pure narcissistic psychopathy - and he refuses to leave the stage or cease his vile mendacity. He knows how to feel guilty and when to leave the stage. Shelley’s monster, unlike ours, has self-awareness and a reason to wreak havoc. “I was benevolent and good misery made me a fiend.”īefore he disappears into the Arctic at the end of the book, he muses that once he had “high thoughts of honour,” until his “frightful catalogue” of malignant deeds piled up. “Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded,” he laments. Embittered, he seeks revenge on his creator and the world. The creature finds no one who does not recoil in fear and disgust from his stitched-together appearance, his yellow skin and eyes and black lips. He starts out with an elegance of mind and sweetness of temperament, reading Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s “The Sorrows of Young Werther” and gathering firewood for a poor family.īut his creator, Victor Frankenstein, abandons him and refuses him a mate to calm his loneliness. I’m reading “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley for school, and the monster is magnificent. WASHINGTON - Monsters are not what they used to be. By Maureen Dowd © 2022 The New York Times
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