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An utterly improper man, mr trump’s name should not be extended the dignity of according it the status of a proper noun.

In describing the man many would prefer to witness swap his orange head adornment for an orange jumpsuit, I have always refrained from following the convention of spelling his name with capital letters. Normally, peoples’ names are accorded the distinction conferred by granting them the status of proper nouns. However, while mr trump is inarguably a person, there is absolutely nothing about him one might consider proper.

For a man whose violation of not only norms but practically everything he touches appears routine, if not instinctual, the role of violator may well be his sole defining attribute; for such a person, a violation of the rules of grammar seems only fitting.

When first trump descended the golden stairway at trump tower, or climbed out from under a rock somewhere, either way appearing like some dismal and foreboding swamp creature, he appeared little more than a novelty, an unsavory caricature worthy of dismissal.

By the time his disruptive drivel had garnered enough attention that he began to attract followers, I had already grown to regard him with abject disdain. When he ‘won’ the presidency, if his ascension may be described as such, I resolved, more out of a sense of powerlessness than for any other reason, that the least I could do for the sake of my sanity was to deny him the deference accorded others, the dignity of a name’s capital spelling.

I long ago instructed my computer’s spell checker to regard his name, in lower case letters, as part of its saved vocabulary; it raised no objections and willingly complied.

mr trump has violated and continues to violate, both figuratively and literally, every norm, law, rule, regulation, statute, Supreme Court ruling, treaty, accord, agreement, tradition and custom that he has encountered. He has violated women; he has violated the trust of anyone willing to fall for his particular brand of bullshit—a subject of which he appears to be in possession of an inexhaustible supply.

 Mr trump is himself nothing short of a living, breathing violation, the embodiment of broken faith, the agent of misplaced trust, bound by no allegiances, utterly lacking in compunction, without a shred of decency, oblivious to the astonishment his behavior elicits in others and totally lacking in concern for the consequences of his actions. Any concern he displays at all is only in evidence when he perceives something as having an adverse effect on him, personally, and then he becomes insufferable.

Some look into a mirror and see in their reflection what might otherwise elude their senses; when mr trump does so, he sees only projections—images produced by his vainglorious and mercurial imagination—a fantasy of delusions desperately denying reality at all costs. And everyone else, in one way or another, picks up the tab!

So, mr trump, screw you! The least I can do in return is to deny you the dignity you so desperately and pathetically crave.

Tim Konrad

October 20, 2020