Trump, Suing

DONALD TRUMP has been involved in thousands of lawsuits during the course of his ignominous life and career as a real estate scam artist. At last count, he is being sued approximately four thousand times, and is suing other people at approximately the same rate. After all, one requires balance in one's life. And, quite predictably, nearly all of these lawsuits are predicated primarly on money. Trump has a clever scam scheme in which he contracts construction companies to build things, and, when the projects, high rise apartments and so forth, are completed, he finds fault with them, and damands an unreasonable redress, monetary redess to which no reasonable person or businnes could or would possibly accede. Trump makes his litigation so irksome, odious, tedious, and burdensome to his victims that in most cases they lose steam, grow tired of hemmoraging money, run out of funds, and agree to settle out of ocurt, under duress and desperation, creating a circumstance in which Trump, his pockets still well lined and able to withstand years of possible extended future litigation, simply outlasts his exhausted courtroon adversaries, who, from sheer financial, emotional, and legal exhaustion, are willing to accept a settlement inimical to thmeselves, but less innimical than had they stayed the course, and attempted to confront Trump mano del mano ad infinitum. Trump wears down and wears out his legal adversaries. He is patient, and willing to wait to harvest his easy low hanging fruit, fruit that has fallen from the tree close, ready for a scavenger to harvest. Trump is indeed a scavenger, marauding through society like a gang of outlaws in late nineteenth century Arizona, or a carpetbagger in the defeated, prostrate, ruins of the post Civil War south. Trump is a vulture, preying upon carrion, the helpless and harmless, the defenseless. Jackels and hyenas come to mind as appropriate metaphoric animals with whom to compare the Donald, Don the Con. You don't want to be like Trump. Nobody of any character and intelligence does. Any normal human being, enbued with the slightest trace of moral human decency, steers well clear of living any sort of lifestyle which even remotely resembles that of America's most politically successful con man carnival barker. For a fact, nobody likes Donald J.Trump. Nobody in his immediate or extended family, none of his acquaintances or "friends" or associates of any sort want to have anything to do with him. Every book written about Trump is essentially the same. Hundreds of monographs detailing the utter moral depravity and ammoral criminality of a man whose entire life is devoted only to his own enrichment, seeking primarily to gain attention, his greatest addiction being to fame. The most insightful information about Trump comes from his niece Mary, who, with a doctorate in abnormal psychology, has her infamous uncle pegged to a "T", as we say. She describes him as indeed mentally ill, with the same extreme narcissism and pathological prevarication and lack of human enpathy which by now all Americans are so tiresomely familiar.The story of Trump is at once a comic opera and s Shakespearian tragedy of King Leer proportions, and future historical novels and historical narratives will agree that here was a man devoid of any positive human characteristics, a nearly perfect study in evil, one to rival Hitler, Stalin, or Caligula. And like these monstrous reprobates, future generations will marvel that such a demon could ever have existed in human form. When today's young adults are old, their grandchildren will be amazed at the stories they will hear from their grandparents. Edgar Allen Poe, in his grave, will be jealous that he missed the opportunity to put Trump on paper, in a macabre, twisted, terrifying narrative of pure, devastating darkness.