Trump Just Demanded Praise and Thanks From a Military Parent, ‘You’ll Thank Me for His Life’
During a recent interview with right-wing television and radio personality Hugh Hewitt, Donald Trump suggested that Hewitt’s son should be thankful personally to him for still being alive.
Now, I know nothing is surprising anymore. But this is just asinine.
Back in 2020, Iran attacked a US base in March, and as he was recounting the attack — which Trump downplayed as a “headache” — Hewitt mentioned that his own son was on the base during the time of the attack.
Trump’s response was disgusting:
“Ok, good. Well say, well then tell him to thank me for his life, ok? You’ll thank me for his life.”
That’s not arrogant or weird or just plain gross. That’s INSANE. Okay, it’s those other things, too.
How a man can come from inheriting his father’s money, to refusing to rent to black people, to evicting old ladies so he can pave a parking lot, to the point where he — who avoided military service due to “bone spurs” that he mysteriously no longer has — could demand thanks for the very existence of a man’s son is just plain crazy.
The act of making a statement like this is typical of the former president. But the audacity is off the charts. In order to say this, you have to believe it. I have zero doubt that Trump does.
And honestly, I don’t blame him for his arrogance or weirdness or gross behavior. He’s been enabled at every point. He’s been encouraged in fact, to follow through on his every whim by those who surround him.
It’s no wonder that Trump believes Hewitt’s child is alive because of him. He believes that Biden’s economy, which he had to recover after Trump ground the United States to a halt during the pandemic, is his entirely.
He believes that he can sexually assault women and get away with it. Insult them as unattractive in public, even.
Trump’s mindset is that of a child: Only I matter, because I am the center of the universe.
No, Donnie. You’re nowhere NEAR the center. You are, at best, an outlying star beside a constellation that’s already been named. You’re the epitome of hyperbole. You’re the reason women pick the bear.
