Rosie O’Donnell fears she may not survive the Trump administration. It’s the next level in expressing your political displeasure. Claiming death.
O’Donnell is appearing in a new Showtime series you won’t watch, providing her promotional magazine interviews to talk about her emotional and psychological decline thanks to Hillary Clinton being chunky and lethargic and unlikable like herself:
“It has taken me a full year to integrate the reality of him being a president in a way that I don’t come across as either so full of rage that no one can hear my words, or so sad that I can’t articulate the level of pain. It’s taken a year for me to get my equilibrium back, to come back up to the surface. I seriously worry whether I personally will be able to live through [his presidency] and whether the nation will be able to live through it and survive.”
Naturally, her own predicament comes before the nation, but nice way to bring the tragedy out of the personal and into the relatable.
O’Donnell is in a somewhat unique position as she can point to tons of nasty personal Tweets over the past decade from Trump as the two have been feuding on social media since long before Trump ever imagined being President. O’Donnell calls the slams on her personal character as vile and hurtful, though she gives herself a pass on all of her derogatory and nasty comments about Trump through the years. Fair enough. She’s a fat broken slob. Objectively, she’s not exactly an even match. A better man ignores the slugs.
O’Donnell refers to herself a “a working mother of five”, because technically it’s true. Less technically, it shrouds the growing list of suicides, runaways, legal feuds, divorces, unscrupulous adoptions, and mental health and alcohol problems inside her house of horrors. O’Donnell retains a psychiatrist, but largely to help her deal with the trauma of Trump being President. Any other issues to discuss this week, Rosie? No, just Trump again. Interesting.
If you listen to how she describes election night 2016, you can understand why her family members offing themselves takes a backseat:
“I was in pure unadulterated [shock], as if I had fallen through the ice on a lake; I was underneath the water and I couldn’t even see the surface. It was a severe shock to my entire essence and my beliefs in the order in the world, and also the PTSD of having been an abused kid in a family.”
You don’t have to be a licensed shrink to see that this is not a well woman. Though her knowledge of physics is fairly grounded if she sees herself falling through the ice on a lake.
Hers are the statements of a deeply troubled person. Most of the wealthy entertainment lesbians moms who hate Trump have since expanded their rants to the broad spectrum of social media hashtag trending injustices. O’Donnell remains fixated on her transferred abuser. Trump beat her as a child. Trump called her fat in third grade. Trump was every boy who wouldn’t pay her attention in middle school. Trump was the hot girl in high school or wrote nasty things on her locker. Trump is her divorced and dead lesbian wives who call her nuts. Trump is at the bottom of every Cabernet bottle she polishes off while angrily throwing pots in her Den of Silence.
It takes some kind of woman to make Trump look like the lesser angry troubled narcissist. When they arrest O’Donnell huffing and puffing from the one-story exterior stair well climb to the top of the Old Executive Office Building with a rifle in her clutches, don’t pretend like this wasn’t the most obvious pathology ever.