It seems that a particularly malignant strain of Trumpitis has reached the beautiful shores of our Bahamaland. This seemingly insidious strain has remained dormant for months but, alarmingly the recent bi-election has caused this abeyant virus to erupt and evolve into a particularly virile disease that seems resistant to every know form of logic, evidence, fact and common sense. What exactly is Trump-itis? It is a virus characterized by the fervent obsessive erratic need to remain relevant and in the public eye at all cost even in the face of decorum, decency and common sense.
Notable author Harlan Coben, in his book, No Second Chance laments; “Fame is more addictive than crack. Adults who lose fame--one-hit wonders, for example--usually tailspin into depression, though they try to act like they're above it. They don't want to admit the truth. Their whole life is a lie, a desperate scramble for another dose of that most potent of drugs”.
Sadly, there is evidence of Trump-itis in all facets of our society particularly in our social media. Former political candidates who were eerily silent during their failed political bid now are raging nationalist and patriots speaking out on everything in the name of nationalism, when months earlier the silence from them was deafening. Former political jump offs who have since fallen from grace and high powered positions now that their political benefactor and married sweetheart has “retired” from politics in the face of a mortifying defeat. Medical personnel who have abandoned their post and country and other Public Service members who seemingly spend their employable hours all on Facebook, unable to cope with the reality of said defeat; they are all struggling with Trump-itis.
Rather than regroup, strategize and redefine who they are and how they can best use their talents and skills for the betterment of our Nation, these fame whores (some more literally than others) continue on in the demented divisive diatribe that will continue to lead them down the path of destruction finally into a resting place of oblivion. Where, the thing that they seek so desperately, the obsession, the satiation, will never be fulfilled because others will come to realize; as the colloquial fable states the higher the monkey climbs the more his derriere shows; that they are all just that: sagging decrepit dysfunctional derrieres. Purefawkery indeed!