Donald J. Trump is the perfect, pure distillation of a Capitalist. He knows no right or wrong. He is the immaculate mercenary, soul saturated materialistic daemon. Something either benefits him financially or from an image point of view, which possibly can ultimately benefit him financially in the future, or it doesn't. He is exposing the very dark, common underbelly of America -- the reptilian aspect of a place that values "making money" over all else.
We pretend that we don't. We compose songs and make movies and write books that pretend we're not a rank Capitalist horde, but we are. We have called him forth and now don't know how to get rid of him. He lies all day long, every day, winking at us. He's seen us misrepresent our various products and used Dodge Darts for sale. He watched us ship our kids off to die in Vietnam and Iraq under the pretense of saving Democracy. He's seen us gladly move into the "new" neighborhood that once was a habitat for threatened species. He's watched us smile at our vile boss because we want to move into the "new" neighborhood. No my friends, Donald J. Trump knows us. He is holding up a million mirrors. We appear to not like what we see. So...
