The poet John Keats said something to the effect, that the beauty of art
reveals truth, and that beauty and truth are much the same. In our country, truth's
beauty has had its image greatly tarnished lately. For the past four years, we have
all been listening to a steady stream of lies, pouring out from the highest elected office
in our country. The lies have never been told with any great degree of artfulness,
skill or believable substance. The verbal delivery has always been like the stance
of a child, who thinks that if he tells his lies loudly enough and repeats them often
enough,everyone will have to believe him. And at times, the lies have been spoken
even more crudely, as if from a dictator, who has the unquestioned, full command
of the country.
Now that this totally inept and fraudulent leader of the nation has been truly
and unquestionably voted out of office, his infantile behavior is running true to form.
Just as expected, he is acting like a child, having a royal tantrum, to try and get
what he wants. No doubt he will go on for the rest of his life, claiming that our
elections have all been rigged, and that he actually won the presidency for another
His term in office has clearly demonstrated that he lacked the ability to change
his life-long, narcissistic behavior, and then try to grow into a more creditable,
altruistic human-being, worthy of the office of the presidency. That life-long, juvenile
behavior has been on view to the world for four or five decades, and for years it has
made him the frequent target of columnists, writers and cartoonists. It has often been
the truth of the images and words of these individuals, which have most truly revealed
the childish character of Donald Trump.
Recently, I ran across an old cartoon which is another example of that long.
public awareness of Trump's childish, self-centered behavior. The cartoon is a 2007
selection from the comic-strip Non Sequitur, by Wiley Miller, a true master of that
art form. In the cartoon, Santa Claus has just completed his annual Christmas
delivery of gifts and toys to all of the good little girls and boys, and he has returned
home to the north pole. Santa is resting in his big chair, with his boots off and his
legs up on the foot-stool when the phone rings and Mrs Claus has answered and
tells him who is calling. That is when Santa leans back and says " Yes, I know
Donald Trump didn't get what he wanted again."
So, clearly, very early in this century, Donald Trump's narcissistic behavior
was already so well known by then, that the cartoonists didn't even have to draw
him into their satirical panels, in order to create laughter. All they had to do was
to put his name in their punch lines, and the reader's knowledge of Trump would
provoke their laughter.
I don't recall what all it was that Trump was squawking about, in the news, at that
time period. Perhaps it was one of his bankruptcies or one of his gambling casino,
resort failures, which may have been getting a lot of publicity then, but whatever the
disaster was, Trump was sure to have been loudly denying any responsibility, for all
the claims against him.
It is now abundantly clear to the nation and to the world, that Trump will never tell
the truth, even if his life should depend on it. Lying is such an integral part of his nature
that he can not change that, anymore than a leopard can change it's spots. Some
people would describe his perpetually untruthful behavior as simply pathetic. My
description of such a total fraud would be a great deal less charitable than that, and
perhaps not printable for readers of tender years.
On the twentieth day of next January, when the truth enters the White House again,
life will become more beautiful again, for all of us, even for those who can't distinguish
between the new genuine honesty, and the past, destructive, four-year long, unbroken-
string of lies.