To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity.
William Arthur Ward
I'm as critical of Donald Trump, if not more, than most. I don't like his political views, his goals or his ideals, but truth be known, the things that bother me about him most are not political in nature. In fact, the single most telling sign we were headed where we are now, lies in his disposition and it's not something one can fake.
I've never seen a spontaneous photo that shows joy on his face. The joy that comes from looking at your spouse, your child or a beautiful view. I don't like that he doesn't have a dog or a cat, and rumors have it he never has. I don't like that he never speaks candidly about his favorite book or movie, his favorite composer or pop artist. I don't like that despite his great wealth, his lone known piece of art is a portrait of himself. I don't like that he doesn't speak like any other president or that he's incapable of writing in a manner that suits his position. I don't like that he doesn't try to fake empathy, when real empathy is called for. I don't like that I've not seen him with his staff's children or any moment captured relaxing in anything that resembles reflection. Most of all, and this is, for me, the most damning accusation of character and his fatal flaw, I don't like that he can not do what every president before him, with the exception of Nixon can do, he can not laugh....at himself. He lacks that dash of humility indicative of all of our successful leaders; that ability to recognize infallibility and for the most part embrace the minor moments of disappointment or embarrassment. Despite what some may believe, it's not a sign of strength, but of immense insecurity and something I saw long before Trump the candidate, or Trump the President arrived.
William Arthur Ward
I'm as critical of Donald Trump, if not more, than most. I don't like his political views, his goals or his ideals, but truth be known, the things that bother me about him most are not political in nature. In fact, the single most telling sign we were headed where we are now, lies in his disposition and it's not something one can fake.
I've never seen a spontaneous photo that shows joy on his face. The joy that comes from looking at your spouse, your child or a beautiful view. I don't like that he doesn't have a dog or a cat, and rumors have it he never has. I don't like that he never speaks candidly about his favorite book or movie, his favorite composer or pop artist. I don't like that despite his great wealth, his lone known piece of art is a portrait of himself. I don't like that he doesn't speak like any other president or that he's incapable of writing in a manner that suits his position. I don't like that he doesn't try to fake empathy, when real empathy is called for. I don't like that I've not seen him with his staff's children or any moment captured relaxing in anything that resembles reflection. Most of all, and this is, for me, the most damning accusation of character and his fatal flaw, I don't like that he can not do what every president before him, with the exception of Nixon can do, he can not laugh....at himself. He lacks that dash of humility indicative of all of our successful leaders; that ability to recognize infallibility and for the most part embrace the minor moments of disappointment or embarrassment. Despite what some may believe, it's not a sign of strength, but of immense insecurity and something I saw long before Trump the candidate, or Trump the President arrived.
Truth!
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