I can't help be dejected over how fast so many voters have factored in that he is without honesty. It is personal to me. My father, who died very young from alcoholism, came to the point toward the end where he would rather tell a lie than the truth. It was as though he needed to stay in training. I remember realizing at a too young age that he really believed his lies. That he was the first one to believe them. Trump reminds me so much of my father in those last years. The loudmouth, the way he can tell his followers a black door is white and they believe and enable him. It isn't reassuring.
(And no, I don't despise Trump for any Freudian reasons although I did learn at an early age how to spot a psychotic liar, so I guess there is some connection.)
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