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Just One Good Thing

I've seen evil up close. It ain't pretty. That said, I try to hold to the belief that everyone has at least one redeeming quality. True evil reared it's head at least a few times in the 20th century. Hitler and Manson come to mind. One would be hard pressed to think of two more evil beings.

That said, even these two utterly despicable beasts had a spark of beauty deep inside them. Manson was a musician and a songwriter. Hitler was an artist. Neither were considered 'good enough' by those considered the experts at the time.

Manson's music, which I've heard alleged recordings of, was pretty average sounding mid 60s proto-hippie stuff. I've heard worse. I've heard better. I've written worse. But it was his music. His art. It meant something to him. Being a musician, I can imagine how he felt playing it, writing it, and being given the opportunity to record it. I can also imagine the pain he felt when it wasn't considered 'good enough'.

I doubt this was the defining factor that turned him evil. If anything, it was the one pure thing about him that defined him as a human. He could relate to art and beauty. As could Hitler.

The history books will tell you that Adolph Hitler was a failed artist. This isn't quite as accurate as told. He did manage to make a meager living as an artist for a short time. He mostly painted landscapes and postcard images. While no da Vinci, his art wasn't horrible. It wasn't groundbreaking either. I've seen images of some of his work and as one who grew up around the art world, I can say I've seen worse go for relatively high prices. I personally like his Madonna and child painting. I doubt that his career would have ever gone to any great heights but an artist should never produce his/her art, regardless of the medium, for profit. If one can earn a living from it, that's great. More often, the artist will create simply because, as the old song says, "It's in him (or her) and it's gotta come out!"

Mother Mary with the Holy Child Jesus Christ (1913 Hitler)


I doubt that Hitler's shortcomings as an artist made him into a monster. As with pretty much anyone, look deep enough and you'll find that one redeeming quality. The one thing that makes them human. The thing that shows their vulnerability. The one quality that shows that they are capable of creating something good.

I've tried for a long time to find something of quality about the being currently holding the highest office in our country. I am beyond sad to say that I have found no such thing.

Donald John Trump may actually be the Anti-Human. I don't believe he has ever done anything for anyone but himself. Perhaps his father's shadow looms so great over his psyche that it damaged him beyond help from Day 1. I doubt we'll ever know the whole story.

As an American, I've been aware of Trump most of my life. He was the scumbag slumlord-turned-real estate developer who we've all heard about for years. The media often touted his latest scheme or latest failure...and he's had many of the latter. It wasn't fake news when the media created the caricature he became.

His so-called charitable foundation was a scam. His "university" was a scam. The few things he's actually built are tacky beyond belief. That's why he's taken to simply putting his name on other's work. Most of it is still pretty tacky.

This is a man who has lost more money than even many of the rich will ever even have. He has always seemed to bounce back. How? Because he's a whore who will sell himself just for the momentary belief that he's beautiful. While I can't say for certain, I'd guess he does this because he realizes, deep inside, just how truly vile he really is.

I'd like to believe that there is one good thing about him. My faith practically dictates that I look for it. I've tried and tried. I just can't find it. Not one good thing.

I'd like to think that maybe, just maybe, he's done his good at home, away from prying eyes. Maybe his good was done in bringing up his children to be good people. From everything we've seen of his progeny, it appears to not be the case. I worry that his youngest, possibly doomed from the start, will grow into something worse. Just imagine knowing that your family is among the most despised on the entire planet.

I'd like to find one selfless act...one beautiful thing he's done. I keep looking for it...and yet it escapes me. I've asked those who admire him...none can answer the question. They'll say things about his business empire or his business acumen. Well, his so-called empire only exists because of the money of others. He has ripped off those who built his walls. He'll most likely continue because let's face it, old habits die hard. No one can tell me one good thing.

I'm honestly starting to believe that he may just be the most evil person ever. He lives to want, not to give. His beliefs are based on greed and power. Those are the things a weak person strives for. A strong person strives for better. He just strives for more.

I don't think he's mentally ill. I say that from nearly three decades working with the mentally ill. I'd wager that he knows exactly what he's doing. There's no genius to it. There's no crafty long game to it. He's the ultimate spoiled brat and he just doesn't care about anyone but himself. I can imagine him blowing up the world just to try to save face.

Yet I'm still looking for one good thing about him. Just one good thing. Is it some well-hidden secret? If it exists, let us know. If there is that faintest glimmer of hope, show us. Show us just one good thing.

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