David McElroy

I’ve always believed it was my job to fix the world. To make everything perfect.

I never actually said that. I didn’t even consciously think it. But I walked through the world feeling a sort of panic — a desperation to fix things — that most people never experience.

Looking back, it’s obvious now where that fear came from. As I was growing up, my narcissistic father held me responsible for being perfect. I was punished for any deviation from what he thought was right and good. And he constantly judged everybody and everything around me.

Behind their backs, he ridiculed people who did things incorrectly. If he saw a public mistake — a timing error on a live television show or a typo in a newspaper, for instance — he used to tell me that someone must have been fired for the mistake. And I believed him.

I’m still afraid of my own imperfection. I still feel panic when I see others’ mistakes. After all these years, there’s still a nagging feeling inside that I have to fix everything — or else I’ll be punished.

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I didn’t pay much attention to the two women who sat near me at dinner. They weren’t eating anything, but they sat talking quietly in the dining room. It was a slow night, so the fast food restaurant was almost empty.

One of the women stood — almost nervously — as a man came in to join them. He had the air of someone who liked to give orders and who thought he should be obeyed. It wasn’t a friendly meeting.

“Why is she here?” the man hissed angrily to the woman who was still seated.

“Holly asked me to come so she wouldn’t be alone,“ the standing woman replied in a tone that made it sound as though she was trying to avoid trouble.

The man sat at the table and I couldn’t hear exactly where the conversation went at first. The seated woman pulled some papers out from a manilla envelope. She pushed the documents toward the man without much explanation.

Everything suddenly clicked. Holly and the angry man were starting to go through a divorce.

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I question the judgment of anyone who has ever supported Donald Trump in any way.

Trump was a liar and a fraud as a businessman. That was plain to anybody who honestly listened to him for many years, far before he got into politics. He has no ethics. He has no principles. He has no moral compass. If you understand narcissist personality disorder (NPD), you know he’s mentally ill.

That doesn’t mean I support any of his opponents, of course, because they are simply different brands of evil. Just because Trump is a mentally ill fraud and liar, that doesn’t make the more mainstream politicians any less evil.

Anyone who can keep supporting Trump at this point is being willfully blind to his unique brand of evil. He is like a mafia crime boss who will do anything — tell any lie, break any rule, cross any line — to hold onto power.

But even with all of this said, the truth is that it is a waste of your time and energy to debate about Donald Trump or Joe Biden or any of these other charlatans. Your future is going to be determined by the decisions you make — not who wins political power struggles.

If you are focused on Trump and Biden — or if you see any politician as your savior — you’re laying the foundation for your own destruction.

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