I've been thinking recently, and it's a fairly depressing thought, that my first book,

Too Much and Never Enough, How My Family Created the World's Most Dangerous Man, which was published

in July of 2020, could just as easily be published for the first time this coming summer,

and the information in it would still be relevant.

Perhaps it would be even more relevant because, much like the summer of 2020,

we find ourselves on a knife's edge in America, and there's still no way to know on which side

of that knife we're going to fall, although I would argue that the likelihood we're going to

land on the wrong side is greater than it was five years ago.

I've also been thinking about something I explored in that book,

why Donald is the way he is, why he is so enamored with authoritarian dictatorial monsters,

why he is so damaged, so needy, and so grasping.

The first of those is probably the easiest of the questions to answer.

My grandfather, Fred, was a patriarchal authoritarian sociopath, but something happened recently that had me thinking about the other issues, about Donald's neediness, his grasping nature, his unending thirst for

recognition. Last week, the president of Fifea, the International Federation of Association

football, sycophantic creep Gianni Infantino, gave Donald a fabricated a meaningless honor

because he wants to dissuade Donald from interfering

with next year's World Cup, which is being held in the Americas. The Nobel Peace Prize Donald

so unaccountably craves will never be his because he keeps murdering people on boats in the

Caribbean Sea and starving children in America and abroad. So the powers that be at Fifea came up with a FIFA Peace Prize.

Here's Infantino bestowing that prize and Donald's response.

This is your Peace Prize.

There is also a beautiful medal for you that you can wear everywhere

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