Wednesday open thread: Oh, where do I begin?

Oh, paisan. Let's go.

Well, first, he was born under a bad sign. He was misbegotten, misshaped, malformed. He came from bad stock and did nothing to improve his values and philosophy. In fact, he reveled in his depravity, swam in it, drank from it to the full. He is one of the worst examples of humanity, and doesn't see his own evil. 

He has led millions of people astray so that they no longer recognized right or morality. He has turned large swathes of this country against the democratic ideals, however imperfect, upon which it was founded. He wishes to destroy this great experiment in self-governance, of building a commonwealth of all for all, because he sees that it will never welcome him, for such broad liberality is anathema to him, espoused only by "suckers" and "losers".

He's low class. He's the rich kid who has to buy friends because his personality is so odious. He has never loved anyone—no, not even himself—and has never been loved. All his human interactions have been based on transactions. He has not a genuine bone in his body. All is fakery.

He has been on a decades-long crime spree. He has ruined countless people financially with his lawsuits, outlasting them until they crumble beneath the weight of legal bills. He cares nothing for those he destroys, seeing them as mere collateral damage. No, not collateral damage; they dared demand something from him, and he never owes anything to anybody. He bears no loyalty toward anyone. His needs and fetid desires are all that matter; if a contractor wants to be paid for work rendered, well, that's not his problem.

He's a racist, calling for the execution of the Central Park Five even after they had been exonerated. He was sued by the government for discriminating against Black renters in his rat-infested properties. He comes from a line of racist filth, and rather than rising above that lineage he accepted it and continued it. 

He is a man of no accomplishments. Building wealth is not an accomplishment; it's mostly a matter of luck and fortune. He has never made anyone's life better. He has never impacted someone's life in a positive way. He has never saved a soul from darkness, for he himself is that darkness.

He is a small man, immersed in petty grievances, unable to rise above any slight, always seeking revenge. People mean nothing to him, unless he can extract value from them. 

He's fake. He's louche. He was nothing but a joke to those of us who grew up in New York. He was that guy with the weird hair and the awful Queens accent who always thought he was better and more refined than he actually was. New York society shunned him, because it saw that he had no character, no human fiber in him. He fled to Florida where he could be surrounded by people of equal or worse depravity, each feeding on each other's negative energy. Plastic, unreal people.

He's a rapist. He's a mauler. He's a misogynist. He has a disgusting fixation on his daughter's sexuality. He would leer at young women in their dressing rooms at his beauty pageants. Women are nothing but toys to him. They're not human beings. They're flesh to satisfy his lusts.

He's a traitor. A rank, dastardly traitor. I have no doubt he's sold secrets to foreign adversaries. I have no doubt he would incite another insurrection. In a long line of traitors to the Republic, he is the worst, for he, to our eternal shame, achieved the highest office in the land. In any other time he would have been put before a firing squad.

He's a nasty piece of work just like you, Mr. Nasty Italian. You and him deserve each other. If all he loses is his money, which he never really had, he will have gotten off easy. He deserves nothing but opprobrium and disdain.

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