What scares me most about President Donald Trump

 So you may be wondering what scares me most about President Donald Trump, I will tell you but before I do, I will take you on a couple of small deviations from the theme, which I hope will illiminate what I say later in the blog. It is said we all like a little deviation occasionally. I here President Trump certainly does, but hey ho, what do I know. Perhaps he just enjoyed a game of two of tiddlywink with Stormy Daniels  I was at the gym earlier, in the sauna and I was thinking about President Trump and, as often happens, strange thoughts came to mind as I was baked and dehydrated.

The first was, I wondered if he has ever been truly happy. I don't mean that he had a nice day, I mean a moment where he was blissfully happy. It has only happened to me once. It was some time, I think in the first six months of my relationship with my missus. It was an intense time in our relationship. I woke up one morning next to her, she was fast asleep with a sunbeam shining on her. She looked so beautiful, still and happy that I was overcome with joy just to be there. Despite the fact that I was a young man, at the time with raging hormones, I just lay there and appreciated the moment, realising my luck to be in the moment. She was blissfully unaware of what I was thinking. As I lay there, a little voice, at the back of my mind said "enjoy this moment, you might never be this happy again". A couple of months later, my Dad died and my age of innocence of the harshness of life departed. I'm not saaying we've been unhappy since, quite the opposite, but that was a moment of stillness, tranquility and happiness that surpasses anything. It was a brief view into how life could and should be if we could forget the petty thinngs, which don't matter, that bog us down. I think when we lose parents and have kids, it is impossible to truly have such a moment. 

The second moment? Fast forward fourty years. I was with my son, in a bar in Manchester, attached to a hotel. We'd been to football and were going to catch a train home. The bar was rather swanky and rather empty. We were tucking into burgers. As we sat there, two of the most physically perfect young women I've ever clapped eyes on came in. It was impossible not to admire their beauty. Shortly after them, a pretty average looking guy, not too much old than my son entered. He started chatting to them, they puchased a bottle of champagne, took three glasses and disappeared in the lift upstairs. I am not one to judge, but it rather looked as if it was a financial arrangement. Not knowing any of them, I'd be guessing if I jumped to any conclusions. But as I sat there, a strange thought came to my mind. Just suppose the chap had won the lottery or some such thing and wanted the best night of his life. I idly thought back to my own story above. I am sure the night before had been special, but it was that moment of trusting togetherness that really stayed with me. However desirable the trappings of money, I don't believe they can buy you that. 

Which brings us back to Trump. He's been married three times. He has a few kids. It would be theheight of ignorance to think he's not found some blissfully happy moments on the way. The trouble is that whenever he talks about sex, it never seems to come from a place of warmth and contentment. I don't intend revisiting his rather course comments. I am sure that such men say these things because they believe it makes them look strong to other men. In truth, it does the opposite (unless the men are complete imbeciles and have never had proper relationships with women). You may think I am a waek minded, browbeaten delta man, with low testosterone levels, who simply can't cope with the way alpha males behave. If you think that, you probably don't know me and you definitely don't comprehend my thought processes. But I wasn't brow beaten into these views ba a domineering wife. They were passed down to me, by my Dad who was a WW2 bomber pilot, war hero, successful busnessman and one of the hardest men I've ever met. Yet he always treated women with charm and respect and drummed it into me that men who talk badly of their wives are insecure and usually semi impotent fools, who lack the charm, intellect or sense to behave any other way. 

Which brings me to what scares me most about President Donald Trump. He is the most powerful man on the planet. Kings, Prime Ministers and Presidents kow tow to him. A simple presidential order can wreck the economy of a far flung country. What does he see when he looks around at the rest of us? He sees what he considers to be lesser men, with something that he doesn't really understand. He sees men who are happy in their own skin. Men who don't need to behave like bores or rely on the trappings of money to find a womans arms to take solace in. Trumps businesses are things like casinos, which rely on mugs to part with their hard earned money, golf clubs, where rich old men can discuss enlarged prostate issues with other rich men and property deals, where anyone who has dealt with estate agents, knows how much fun that is. What sort of strange hell is it, to have everything you want and nothing that actually matters. Maybe I'm wrong, but I actually feel sorry for the poor sod. I think he wants to be loved, which is why he keeps claiming he's ended six wars, but when it actually gets down to it, doesn't know how to do it. 

I wonder if he's ever made a bowl of chicken soup for Ivan, Marla or Melania when they are feeling poorly and sat with them to cheer them up? I wonder if he ever made his kids egg with toast soldiers when they had the measles? I can remember talking to one very wealthy public figure, who shared a nursery with my daughter. My daughter had been off for a couple of days with a cold. I told him, I'd made her egg and toast soldiers, as my mum did for me when I was poorly and a bit sad. He replied that he "could afford a nanny to that sort of thing". 

He thought he was really clever, but all I could feel was sorry for him. I suspect that if I ever met Donald Trump, I'd end up feeling the same, even though it is the last emotion he'd want from a pleb like me. But when it comes down to it. The scariest thing of all, which I've said in a very long and round about way, is that I think the man completely lacks empathy with the rest of us. With all that power that might just be a very dangerous thing.