By Jon Terry
December 4, 2024
“Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, why be One when I can be them All?”
It’s pretry clear so far: Trump loves Bros.
Military Bros. Fitness bros. Intellectual Bros. Crafty, shifty, slick Bros.
In fact, he doesn’t just love them. He thinks he is one of them.
Moreover, Trump, the living, breathing Narcissist we have elected, thinks he is ALL of them.
Pete Hegseth is his military fantasy. Tough, tatooed, a guy you want next to you in a fight.
Elon is his intellectual delusion, a brilliant founder and inventor, gifted and visionary.
RFK Jr. is a fit , older Trump, like the NFT that depicts Trump as Superman, carrying his studliness into his golden years. Trump believes the world sees him as deeply-muscled and taut, looking good in pair of jeans without his shirt on, even later in life.
Gaetz is devious, slick, double-dealing Trump, a gambler, smooth-talker and pretty boy, as ruthless in the Board Room as he is behind your back.
And of course, they are ALL Trump the womanizer, the babe magnet, the potent, high-libido, macho tough guy that has his way with the ladies.
He’s Hegseth with an unfolding and lengthy history of getting plastered and hitting on babes, He’s RFK Jr. with a model wife, touting his “sex addiction” like a personal quality, as he carries out ridiculous, public, immature affairs.
He’s also Elon, with a couple dozen children and multiple wives, spreading his progeny and legacy across continents, while also Gaetz, forging a reputation of Coke and Ladies while somehow remaining untouchable.
Of course ,we know the only thing he has in common with these flawed men is his horrid treatement of women.
He’s not tough like Pete Hegseth, he didn’t go to War and earn medals, he called his Doctor and stayed home.
He’s not fit like RFK, Jr., he’s a Big Mac eating machime hiding a Mrs. Doubtfire body , moldy, and misshappen underneath suits, wrapped by a man girdle.
He’s not Musk, he’s founded no companies, invented nothing, did not fight his way up, rather, was born into his riches, a silver-spoon baby.
He not Gaetz, subtle and secretive and slick, he’s a bull in a china shop, knocking things over with his largesse and lack of finesse at every pivot.
Trump surrounds himself with the Bros, he wants so badly to be like them, sees himself as ALL of them, wrapped into some amazing, superior being.
But he’s none of them. He’s Narcissus and Queen Grimhide with a magic mirror, seeing his fancied versions of himself, making tragic choices for key positions that more reflect his ego than good, solid decisions for the good of America.
“Mirror, mirror on the Wall, why be one when I can be them all?”
He wants to be one of the Bros. All of the Bros. They’ll flatter him until they don’t have to anymore, and at that point, the mirror won’t be so magical anymore.