Psychologist Mary Trump tells us why her uncle is trying to murder us all (buy the book, read this, not Bolton)

A nightmare of family patterns created the damaged man who currently occupies the Oval Office, explains a family member

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Amazon: In this revelatory, authoritative portrait of Donald J. Trump and the toxic family that made him, Mary L. Trump, a trained clinical psychologist and Donald’s only niece, shines a bright light on the dark history of their family in order to explain how her uncle became the man who now threatens the world’s health, economic security, and social fabric.

Mary Trump spent much of her childhood in her grandparents’ large, imposing house in the heart of Queens, where Donald and his four siblings grew up. She describes a nightmare of traumas, destructive relationships, and a tragic combination of neglect and abuse. She explains how specific events and general family patterns created the damaged man who currently occupies the Oval Office, including the strange and harmful relationship between Fred Trump and his two oldest sons, Fred Jr. and Donald.

A firsthand witness to countless holiday meals and family interactions, Mary brings an incisive wit and unexpected humor to sometimes grim, often confounding family events. She recounts in unsparing detail everything from her uncle Donald’s place in the family spotlight and Ivana’s penchant for regifting to her grandmother’s frequent injuries and illnesses and the appalling way Donald, Fred Trump’s favorite son, dismissed and derided him when he began to succumb to Alzheimer’s. (Donald below:)

Numerous pundits, armchair psychologists, and journalists have sought to parse Donald J. Trump’s lethal flaws. Mary L. Trump has the education, insight, and intimate familiarity needed to reveal what makes Donald, and the rest of her clan, tick.

She alone can recount this fascinating, unnerving saga, not just because of her insider’s perspective but also because she is the only Trump willing to tell the truth about one of the world’s most powerful and dysfunctional families.

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  1. The same thing , can be said of most of the past presidents that were in office during my lifetime – it just depends on what country you are from. Certainly, Koreans, Yugoslavians, Vietnamese, Iraqis, Syrians, Afghanis etc. can relate to the book and the presidents that destroyed their county.

  2. That’s quite the photo of his mum. I read somewhere that she used to drive around at night to the family-owned laundromats and check the machines in search of forgotten coinage. Either she was truly mad or just needed an excuse to get out of the house.
    Perhaps I’ll draft a truthful-tale to share with all our friends on VT. A wealthy, young j00 moves into a town near to where I lived. He purchases a small steel-mill (structural tubing) then later-on crashes a large party being held on my property. Why not, right? He ‘befriended’ me and at some point during that relationship revealed the mantra of his prime motivation in the Talmudic sense:
    “Eddy! If I’m not MAKING money, I’m LOSING money!” Which may explain the emptied 5-gal water jug beside his easy-chair half-full of coinage collected from the gutters of metered parking spots at an intersection hosting three, separate banks. By chance, I actually witnessed this penny-pinching.
    My ‘friend’s’ wedding party is where I spotted the barometric coinage jug which enabled me to put 2 + 2 together. I also met his father, an LA RE mogul living in France with race-horses and a helicopter. He suggested the following philosophical advice: “Ah, Children! Why would you ever give them advice when it is dangerous-enough even to make a suggestion!”
    Which is worse: Having smoke blown up your anal sphincter or being gas-lighted?
    200-years ago when most folks never learned how to swim, the tobacco-smoke-bellow stations were located along waterways with significant foot-traffic like modern day fire alarms in populated . towns and cities. But here’s one difference between ‘then’ and ‘now’: Back then, the ones who were blowing smoke up your ass were attempting to save your life. And that’s not the only difference.