A most-sickeningly illustration with the tweet below, makes me miserable to my bowels and is atrociously-creepy (h/t tengrain).
This photo has such amazing lighting and composition.
It's like "The Last Supper" — only this time with the Antichrist. pic.twitter.com/TerTsTuIyG
— Mrs. Betty Bowers (@BettyBowers) February 28, 2020
Cutline for the above photo (found here): ‘African American supporters lay their hands on U.S. President Donald Trump as they pray for him at the conclusion of a news conference and meeting in the Cabinet Room at the White House February 27, 2020 in Washington, DC.‘
T-Rump’s gesture of sentiment for Black History Month. How could anyone think the T-Rump cares about African-Americans, or Hispanic-Americans, maybe a pseudo-glimmer for Northern-European-Americans — the vile asshole only cares/feels for one, himself. Supposedly telling the gathering he’s the one: President Trump told a cheering group of black supporters that he deserves “100 percent” support for his record on issues impacting African Americans.
A horrible, terrible and cruel human, probably one of the worse in all of history.
In context of that event and background for the nefarious spiritual sense of that image above comes off a most-excellent piece from October 2018 by Adam Serwer at The Atlantic. I wondered about a good explanation for that picture, and I remembered this particular article on the reality of reasoning.
Serwer makes the way-legitimate case the original, basic point to all of the T-Rump’s actions is cruelty — highlights:
The Trump era is such a whirlwind of cruelty that it can be hard to keep track.
This week alone, the news broke that the Trump administration was seeking to ethnically cleanse more than 193,000 American children of immigrants whose temporary protected status had been revoked by the administration, that the Department of Homeland Security had lied about creating a database of children that would make it possible to unite them with the families the Trump administration had arbitrarily destroyed, that the White House was considering a blanket ban on visas for Chinese students, and that it would deny visas to the same-sex partners of foreign officials.
At a rally in Mississippi, a crowd of Trump supporters cheered as the president mocked Christine Blasey Ford, the psychology professor who has said that Brett Kavanaugh, whom Trump has nominated to a lifetime appointment on the Supreme Court, attempted to rape her when she was a teenager.
“Lock her up!” they shouted.
The cruelty of the Trump administration’s policies, and the ritual rhetorical flaying of his targets before his supporters, are intimately connected.
As Lili Loofbourow wrote of the Kavanaugh incident in Slate, adolescent male cruelty toward women is a bonding mechanism, a vehicle for intimacy through contempt.
The white men in the lynching photos are smiling not merely because of what they have done, but because they have done it together.
This isn’t incoherent.
It reflects a clear principle: Only the president and his allies, his supporters, and their anointed are entitled to the rights and protections of the law, and if necessary, immunity from it.
The rest of us are entitled only to cruelty, by their whim.
This is how the powerful have ever kept the powerless divided and in their place, and enriched themselves in the process.
Trump’s only true skill is the con; his only fundamental belief is that the United States is the birthright of straight, white, Christian men, and his only real, authentic pleasure is in cruelty.
It is that cruelty, and the delight it brings them, that binds his most ardent supporters to him, in shared scorn for those they hate and fear: immigrants, black voters, feminists, and treasonous white men who empathize with any of those who would steal their birthright.
The president’s ability to execute that cruelty through word and deed makes them euphoric.
It makes them feel good, it makes them feel proud, it makes them feel happy, it makes them feel united.
And as long as he makes them feel that way, they will let him get away with anything, no matter what it costs them.
Go back and read the whole thing, if you haven’t already. Even way-more obvious now nearly a year-and-a-half later.
Some heavy shit ahead…