I may have the answer–to what’s wrong with Donald Trump, that is.
Maybe he has oneirataxia – the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. (This, by the way, seems to be a common affliction among real estate
developers. When they talk about developing a real estate project, they think it’s
already a fait accompli.)
I came across the term while looking for a way to convey my persistent
longing for Wales. Ever since visiting there in 2014 I think about it
constantly, daily. (It turned out the term I was looking for is “fernweh” i.e.
an ache for distant places.)
However, having so fortuitously come across a word for explaining Trump’s
seemingly delusional ravings of late, it’s only right to share it. It seems
somehow, more presidential than just saying he’s crazy as a bedbug, or
nutty as a fruitcake. It seems less dauntingly dangerous for our national security interests than “dementia”.
Somehow, if I look at it that way it’s even not so disgusting to watch him waddling to and fro like a beached walrus, with his pathetic long red tie pointing at his crotch virtually shouting “look at my dick, look at my dick”. Of course, I’m just a post modern dinosaur so nobody’s asking my opinion.
Still better than Hillary though. God only knows what mental dysfunctions that one’s got hidden up her sleeve. Or psyche.
Yep, oneirataxia – inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. If
that’s not our pres. I don’t know what is.