Donald Trump, the man in the white house sits, naked and obscene, a pustule of ego, in the harsh light, a man whose grasp exceeded his understanding.  Perhaps because his understanding was dulled by too much money and greedy indulgence. He must know somewhere below the surface he skates on that he has destroyed his image, and will be devoured by his own bombastic and arrogant ego in due time too. One way or another this will kill him, though he may drag down millions with him. One way or another, he knows he has stepped off a cliff, pronounced himself king of the air, and is in free fall!  Another dungheap awaits his landing; the shit is all his  and on him.  It comes from within him.  When he plunges into it he will be, at last, a self-made man.  It gives me the opportunity to practice compassion mainly so I don’t carry the hate and revenge thoughts inside me that poison me.  His Holiness The Dali Lama says compassion is more for the one who gives it, than the one receiving it.