Deficiencies of Trump

Deficiencies of Trump

As a qualified psychologist, I would like to state my opinion of Trump’s mental health (for want of a better term). Is he aware of his ethical and intellectual deficiencies (also athletic)? Some may say that he is not—that he is self-deluded. My own theory is that he is keenly aware of his deficiencies of character and mind. He knows quite well that he is intellectually impoverished and morally bankrupt—how could he not? It is quite obvious. He doesn’t read, he is uneducated, and he is illogical. He speaks moronically (“We love pope!”). He also knows he is self-centered, vindictive, and morally vacant (Melania will have told him). He is too lazy and spoiled to do anything about it. Nor does he need to. This is why he hits out at anyone that makes him look inferior, intellectually or ethically—which is most of the world. He needs sycophancy because disagreement leaves him embarrassed at his own deficiencies. He even hates taller people. Money partially makes up for it, but he feels insignificant when in the company of richer men. He has, in short, a massive inferiority complex. He likes to win because winning trumps (!) superiority. Losing just reminds him of his evident deficiencies.

This diagnosis is fairly common. But I want to add a dimension not remarked upon—his athletic limitations. It is well known that he cheats at golf, though he is by all accounts a reasonable player. I was interested in his tennis, having seen a photo of him in tennis gear (not a pretty sight). As it happens, there is video of him on Youtube hitting briefly with Serena Williams at some sort of event, wearing a suit and no shoes. He has obviously played a fair amount, but he is devoid of any real ability. I think he must have had lessons at some point, judging by his strokes. He has great trouble keeping the ball in, and his foot movement is non-existent. He tries to hit hard, however, as if to overcome the opponent by brute force not skill. There is no grace, no style; he is a tennis philistine. And he knows it: he knows he is a lousy tennis player, despite his best efforts. He just doesn’t have what it takes. It’s like his ethics and intellect—startlingly limited. Abnormally stunted. He just isn’t any good at things, and he is well aware of it.