Merry Christmas, one and all [as an atheist, I feel free to give the traditional Christian greeting.] This morning at 6 a.m. to celebrate the holiday I took my old walk along Whippoorwill Lane. The only traffic was a flow of cars going to Mt. Carmel Baptist Church for Christmas morning services. As I walked, I brooded about something that has been nagging at me for a while now. It is of absolutely no importance whatsoever, but I cannot pin it down. I invite any psychiatrists reading this blog to offer their professional opinions.
We are all familiar with Trump’s endless crazy over the top bragging, which seems to stem from an insecurity so deeply embedded in his psyche that it is utterly beyond treatment. I am so smart, I am so rich, I know more about ISIS than the generals, I am the world’s greatest deal maker, I alone can fix it, and so on and on.
But there is one bit of bragging that strikes my ear as utterly off key, as odd, as seriously demented. Trump said on one occasion [and maybe others], “I have the best words.” That is just weird. He treats words as though they were objects, possessions, things, not at all as a medium of communication [or of thought, God forbid.]
Sometimes it is very small things that are signs of mental disorder, and this strikes me as one of them. I would really like to have a better understanding of what this signifies clinically.
Can anyone help me out?