Vanity Fair 6-28-17
Mondo-evil + Mondo-Evil is not merely 2X [most-Evil homo-sap you ever met..} Trust me on this, I Employ [not Irony but] Mathematics:
it is ~ 2⁶⁴ X (#squares on a chess board)==8² and we all know that

R ● 8 = ∞
[R is a vector operator which rotates one quadrant]
Rest casuistry.

HOW DONALD TRUMP AND ROY COHN’S RUTHLESS SYMBIOSIS CHANGED AMERICA

In 1973, a brash young would-be developer from Queens met one of New York’s premier power brokers: Roy Cohn, whose name is still synonymous with the rise of McCarthyism and its dark political arts. With the ruthless attorney as a guide, Trump propelled himself into the city’s power circles and learned many of the tactics that would inexplicably lead him to the White House years later.
BY MARIE BRENNER

‘Donald calls me 15 to 20 times a day,” Roy Cohn told me on the day we met. “He is always asking, ‘What is the status of this . . . and that?’ ”

It was 1980. I had been assigned to write a story on Donald Trump, the brash young developer who was then trying to make a name for himself in New York City, and I had come to see the man who, at the time, was in many ways Trump’s alter ego: the wily, menacing lawyer who had gained national renown, and enmity, for his ravenous anti-Communist grandstanding.

Trump was 34 and using the connections of his father, Brooklyn and Queens real-estate developer Fred Trump, as he navigated the rough-and-tumble world of political bosses. He had recently opened the Grand Hyatt Hotel, bringing life back to a dreary area near Grand Central Terminal during a period when the city had yet to fully recover from near bankruptcy. His wife, Ivana, led me through the construction site in a white wool Thierry Mugler jumpsuit. “When will it be finished? When?,” she shouted at workers as she clicked through in stiletto heels.

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Carrion.. the Breakfast of Champions unTeachables everywhere: coincidentally 2⁶⁴ more fart-energy-producing than the shit they eat daily: deep-fried donuts with mole-asses syrup..

:PS oTpy + Fresh Air/Terry Gross, as immediately follows (here) provides another angle on Menace: as simplifies well, The Barrier [in language as well as concept] 'twixt Drumpfers || Normal people; this via a NewYorker author of, In Deep. ..from this confab: it seems the sorta book--were you to encounter a Drumpfer with a few reservations?/willing to engage: as might further that glimmer-of-Hope for ---> an Aha!! (?)
(Otherwise> just punchiminnaface, Drumpf ranguage he could grok.)

PS: Bitchin! ..Lay On! Patrick Stewart (whose Take on Menace could improve the dialogue, too ;^>
We come here for the righteous indignation and hilarity that follows™^LRPD.

Props to Picard: The tautological prime conjecture states that the tautological prime conjecture is true.™^LRPD

#666+ on 'Suggested Epitaphs' on T-Day; when he-is-no-More:
Let no good deed be unpunished.
He looked like a bad Geraldo Rivera cosplayer.
He was like a little piece of shrapnel inextricably lodged in the body politic.



Have quoted your brilliant synthesis of Singularity (in math not physics!) to person with a smattering/but talent.. re serious math. She thought your simile Priceless,
He takes on every value the closer you get to him.

THIS: really DOES create a road-map of ~his every utterance since his Escalator-intro!
(We two share a view that): indeed he + Handlers do have a Plan: the continual Language-Murder IS its root-base AND:
it is the One-talent that this perp had alredy mastered--in his soap-opera-based Dream-psyche. [Etc.]

So you have another Fan, unKnown but apppreciative of such perspicuity, eh? :-^>
One can Run-with-this insight --> perhaps, collectively, towards his necessary Perdition.
(We-two await the Psychiatrist-predicted: Full Meltdown-on Tee Vee (thus un-Spinnable)
and vastly superior evidence than, the hear-say reports of ∑-ex-WH/once-Trumpers. :-)