There is nothing shameful about being a mid-seventies, out of shape, overweight, considerably-past-his-physical-prime man, I hope. After all I'm one. But in Donald Trump's fevered mind his appearance is unbearable. He cannot face up to the reality of his age and his weight and his intellectual limitations. So he lies to himself and others. His "important announcement' of today is just sad. His mother and father have been dead for decades. Is there anyone else who would pay $99 to own trading cards representing this malignant narcissist's fantasies about himself?
Can there be any more obvious testimony to the mental illness and anguish of this troubled man?
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