What’s the deal with Trump Derangement Syndrome?

I thought the term was created by Trump himself (and it’s likely he would claim that), but in true DJT form, he stole it and adopted it as his own from what was known as “Bush Derangement Syndrome” coined by a columnist during the presidency of George W. Bush. This pseudoscientific diagnosis implies that someone has obsessive, irrational reactions to that particular POTUS.

Yeah…and? It’s true. Many people are obsessed with him, but not in an “Ohmygod what is he doing right now?” sort of way, spoken with cute high-school-sleepover inflection (the pedophilic nod of which isn’t lost on me). It’s more of an “OHMYGOD WHAT IS HE DOING RIGHT NOW?!” sort of way, spoken with alarmed citizen-whose-rights-are-encroached-upon inflection.  Americans are on the edge of their damn seats about with what ol’ Donny is gonna do next. Here’s a Prez who has done nothing but divide his own country, gaslight it to the point of emotional incineration and constant therapy, all while making hundreds of millions of illegal dollars off of his own position. There is no Team America. Only Team Trump.

What this administration hopes to do in popularizing and normalizing Trump Derangement Syndrome is point a finger at those who react loudly and shame them – because the volume of the people they are trying to govern is both powerful and terrifying. They must find a way to shush them.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” the bully says to the kid who finally stands up to him. The government doesn’t want to be scrutinized or challenged, so they demean and discount the citizens brave enough to cry out by labeling them with a mental problem.

But the problem is this: saying somebody has TDS is the same as calling a woman ‘hysterical’. When women displayed rightful anger, passion or any emotion to unjust things that were out of their control, they were slapped with a label meant to shut them up. ‘Hysterical’ was meant to disqualify women. To turn eyes and ears away from them. Don’t bother, they are mentally ill.

In reality, the patriarchy didn’t like it when women reacted against their bad behavior. It made them look bad. It made them feel bad. They didn’t like that. So they flipped the script and pointed back in women’s faces. YOU are the crazy one. YOU go to the insane asylum. YOU get electroshock therapy and a lobotomy. YOU are the one who should feel bad.

Bad people – and in today’s case, fascist people – don’t like it when others object to their actions, especially if those objections are public, passionate and active. Do the hundreds of thousands of people who show up to shout “NO KINGS!” on protest day all have Trump Derangement Syndrome? Are they all irrational and extremist?

No, they have a shared concern that the country’s divide is growing by the day. They have a shared interest in giving immigrants due process, rather than throwing them in super-secret detention centers with no way to find them. They have a shared desire to keep diversity alive and to pass this virtue on to their children and within their classrooms. All are welcome here.

People follow Trump with a fine-tooth comb and an investigator mindset because they see the patterns of fascism, they study and remember the history, and they clearly hear the very divisive word vomit that spills from his pathological mouth. If we don’t monitor this regime, it will steamroll Americans. It already has to some degree. Racism and misogyny are more prevalent than ever (Nick Fuentes / the A.I. Obama video). Our educational systems are being either eradicated or whitewashed (keep them dumb / erase historical misdeeds). Citizens, much like accountability, are dead (RIP Porter Jr., Good, Pretti, and more).

And Donald J. Trump is mentioned more than 38,000 times in the Epstein Files. At this point, it’s more like Epstein’s in the Trump Files. A popular comment nips like a piranha at the President’s heels everywhere he emerges on social media: “Every accusation is an admission.”

His tactic to point back at those who call him out is becoming as crude and unusable as the oil he stole from Venezuela.  Trump and his cronies believe that being louder equates to being more believed.  Double down for all eternity. If they relax for even a millisecond, they know the strong façade of their regime will crumble like a house of cards – and the country will notice that every card is a Joker.

By calling you deranged, Trump is calling himself deranged. By calling you fraudulent, he distracts from the numerous pardons he has been doling out to financial fraudsters. By calling you partisan, he hopes you won’t notice how blatantly partisan every single thing he does is. State of the Union, anyone? He will yell louder; he’s had decades of practice and a sea of lawyers to support him, but he won’t be able to yell forever. Go ahead and cry, President Diaperbutt. We see you for what you really are. Utterly mentally unstable and unfit for this honorable position.

Not to get all MLK on you, but I have a dream.  A dream that one day every corrupt sycophant at the top of this administration will sit and rot in prison for their crimes. I see the faces of Bondi, Miller, Hegseth, Noem, Bannon and more between cold, black iron bars. Justice will be served.

But Trump. He doesn’t get a special prison cell in my dream. His loud, obnoxious voice will be drowned out with disgrace. Complete, public, luscious disgrace that he brought on himself. His mark on history will be remembered as a gnarly stain on the underwear of democracy.

We are not hysterical, we are outraged – and judging by the egregiously diminishing rights of Americans all around us – rightfully, rightfully so.

FYI, this blorg was written by an actual human creature. Not AI, no AI, never AI.
We like to use good, old-fashioned brains.