Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Confabulator-in-Chief


Donald John Trump as a small child.  Many elderlies return to a childlike state as they approach the end of their lives.  HUGE head, though.  Big brain.  His hands have hardly grown at all.


When Thee Optimist was a yoot, he worked with a very lovely, very pleasant woman in her 40s.

She had two grown kids, and had just entered her second marriage.  She and her new husband decided they wanted to do the raising kids thing all over again, but it was too late for them to have children biologically.

So they went the adoption route.  While going through that process, she visited her elderly father in what would now be euphemistically referred to as a "memory care facility."

She sat down with him and said, "Pop, I want to tell you.  We're going to have a baby."

Her father looked at her very seriously, and said: 

"Am I gonna be the baby?"


That's where we are with the President.

 


Trump rambling on about God only knows what.  Compare hands with the previous image, if you like.


That time Trump's uncle knew Ted Kaczynski

Before we begin, let's just put something out there.  

Since prior to the inauguration, Thee Optimist has been privately telling people that he wasn't concerned about Trump's newest deranged presidency, because Trump will be dead by Christmas, 2025.

There.  I said it in writing.  Trump will be dead by Christmas.

That couch fucker JD Vance as President of the United States?

I dunno.  You tell me.

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Anyway...

There is a thing called "confabulation."

It is defined as "the unintentional creation or distortion of memories, where a person produces false information and genuinely believes it to be true, without any intent to deceive."

This behavior is closely associated with cognitive decline and dementia.  It can happen after strokes, or when there is a brain aneurysm.

Recently, Trump told a story in public about his uncle, who really was a professor at MIT.  So far, so good.  

It is story about how his uncle had the infamous Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski, when Ted was a student. 

(Yes, absolutely click on the above link - it is "Industrial Society and its Future," by Ted K - if anyone in power really cared where this shit train is headed, it would be required reading in schools)



Ted Kaczynski as a college student.
 

Here's how Trump told the story, word-for-word:

“I said: ‘What kind of a student was he, Uncle John?  Dr. John Trump.’  I said: ‘What kind of a student?’  And then he said: ‘Seriously, good.’  He said: ‘He’d correct – he’d go around correcting everybody.’  But it didn’t work out too well for him.”

Trump related this story in a warm, fireside chat sort of way, which he is very good at doing.

But there are problems with the story itself.


Problemo Numero Uno:  

Ted Kaczynski was a student at Harvard, not MIT.  John Trump never had Kaczynski in his classes.  

As an aside, and also somewhat infamously, Uncle Ted was subjected to mind control experiments at Harvard, as part of the CIA MK-Ultra program.  


Problem #2: 

John Trump died in 1995, eleven years before Ted Kaczynski was outed (by his own brother, no less) as the Unabomber.

Before he died, Professor Trump couldn't have known that things didn't work out for this seriously good student that he never had.


This is a textbook example of confabulation.



Trump at the podium.  What's going on with the side of his head?  Is that the part the bullet took away?


Things Could Always Be Worse

And they are.  

They're already worse.

Back in July, during a press conference, Trump was asked a friendly question by a right-wing pundit.


Q:  “What is the next campaign promise that you plan to fulfill to the American people?” 

In part, the following word salad was Trump's answer:

"I got rid of – just one I got rid of the other night.  You buy a house, they have a faucet in the house, Joe, and the faucet the water doesn’t come out.  They have a restrictor.  You can’t – in areas where you have so much water they don’t know what to do with it.  Uh, you have a shower head the shower doesn’t uh, the shower doesn’t, you think it’s not working.  It is working.  The water’s dripping out and that’s no good for me.  I like this hair lace and...  I like that hair nice and wet.  Takes you – you have to stand in the shower for 20 minutes before you get the soap out of your hair.  And I put a, a thing – and it sounds funny but it’s really not.  It’s horrible.  And uh, when you wash your hands, you turn on the faucet, no water comes out.  You’re washing whole – water barely comes out it’s ridi – this was done by crazy people.  And I wor – wrote it all off and got it approved in Congress so that they can’t just change it.”


I agree.  

I prefer to get pummeled into submission by the shower.  I like my skin to be hot and lacerated, as though I've just undergone a thorough whipping.  

But the President appears to believe he had Congress approve a law that shower faucet manufacturers can no longer put water flow restrictors in their products.

Get ready to have your skin peeled off by nice, powerful water pressure.  It's the law.



"Am I gonna be the baby?"


Words of Wisdom

“There is a moral task of caregiving, and that involves just being there, being with that person and being committed.” 

- Dr. Arthur Kleinman

 

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