Two people who don't look like each other at all:

John Travolta and Leonardo DiCaprio.

Right?







The truth about Donald Trump is that he goes to bed at night. Then he lies there trying to fall asleep, all horizontal and vulnerable. There's some pain and discomfort in some part of his body. Then some itching somewhere else. He scratches. Then he coughs quietly. Behind his closed eyelids, emotions come and go, some of them difficult, even scary. Memories appear and disappear, some of them memories that make him uncomfortable. Stuff he'd rather forget.

So all in all, Donald Trump is just like you. The biggest problem with Trump is that he's possessed by silly ideas and desires and that for whatever reason, he's never been able to connect with other ideas and desires that would have taken away power from those silly ideas and desires.

To Trump, "losing" is the most unthinkable thing in the world. "Winning" is the only thing that matters. And now he's old and lost and hurting.

I feel sorry for Donald, my fellow foolish mammal. Not fake-sorry. In terms of what human existence can offer, his life has been a tragedy.

So has mine, by the way.

Maybe I still have time to fix it...