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I've been noticing how his inner Joseph Goebbels has been emerging with alarming frequency for over a year now. The way he ferociously rants like a bloodthirsty psychopath in his senate and stump speeches, the way he pounces over people in the media who dare to challenge or criticize him. That crazy, sick smirky-smile and tone of voice. This is not a well man, or a sane one, or a good-hearted one. This is one crazy mofo who is driven by inner demons so dark and nasty that few of us could possibly understand them. He personalizes every battle like a fight between life and death, good and evil, right and wrong, in a weird and disturbing combination of narcissism, rage, self-righteousness, megalomania, misanthropy and a will to defeat. There is something seriously, deeply, frighteningly wrong with this man on every conceivable level.
I don't know how far he's willing to go to win. But my gut feeling is that he's not willing, or perhaps able, to go quite that far (I think you know what I mean). Not because he's a good man, but because, on a certain level, I think that he simply lacks the nerve, or has just enough of a thin reed of connection to reality to realize just how crazy that would be, in so many ways.
Incidentally, an Israeli cousin of mine was the chief receiving nurse at the ER where Rabin was rushed after he was shot, and was there when he died. Ironically, she was almost killed herself several years prior to that when a scud missle landed just in front of the apartment building that she was in, during the first Gulf War. Luckily, she was in the back and wasn't hurt badly. It was, of course, the conclusion of that war that led to the Oslo Accords that ultimately led to Rabin's assassination. Life sometimes offers up some odd coincidences.