Trump’s True Nature
Okay, I know most of you believe Trump is just a puppet and is carrying out the demands of the Globalist agenda. I won’t argue with you. This could very well be the truth. But I do keep wondering—call it classic hopium—but maybe, just maybe, this guy is indeed a maverick.
I don’t have a ton of faith that he is. There is a lot going on that tells me “no way.” But let me appeal for a minute to those people out there who believe there very well may be hope in this guy—which would go against the popular belief that the world is literally taken over by the globalist mobsters and there is absolutely nothing that goes on out there that is not part of their agenda. This, of course, would be very sad, and yes, I do believe it is possible. But . . .
All that said, I still consider what we are seeing is not what most people think it is. Putting Trump’s puppet status aside for a minute, what do most people who hate him say about him? They call him a narcissist, a misogynist, a bigot, a racist, a xenophobe, a hateful demagogue, stupid, crude, vulgar, and—my personal favourite—literally Hitler. They say he’s a psychopath, a sociopath, a malignant narcissist who would gleefully watch the world burn if it served his ego.
Really?
Yeah, sure, he at times appears very much to be a dick, but let me address a few of these other accusations and make an argument against them. He may still end up being the proverbial puppet, but I don’t think he fits a lot of these accusations. Here’s why.
Let’s start with the big one: narcissism. Everyone throws the term “narcissistic personality disorder” around like it’s a diagnosis they earned from a weekend TikTok course. As a psychotherapist who actually works with NPD patients, I can tell you that Trump does not meet clinical criteria. Real NPD is a brittle, parasitic, reality-detached nightmare. The person collapses without constant supply, cannot tolerate the slightest criticism, and views other human beings as disposable props. Trump? He gets hammered 24/7 for nine straight years, loses court cases 25–0, gets impeached twice, indicted four times, shot at (most think so), and what does he do? He gets back up and rallies bigger crowds than ever. That’s not NPD fragility. That’s resilience on steroids.
What Trump actually displays is something far more interesting: a fully internalized operating system built on Norman Vincent Peale’s The Power of Positive Thinking. This isn’t theory—Trump grew up in Marble Collegiate Church under Peale’s direct ministry. His father donated the land for the church. Peale officiated Trump’s first wedding. Trump has repeatedly said, “He thought I was his greatest student of all time.” Peale’s core teaching was metaphysical bravado: visualize yourself as the greatest, speak it into existence with absolute conviction, and the universe will conform. “I alone can fix it.” “We’re winning BIGLY.” Even when the scoreboard says otherwise. That’s not pathology—that’s programming. It’s faith-based salesmanship fused with metaphysical certainty. I was a licensed practitioner for the Church of Religious Science (Ernest Holmes’ “Science of Mind”)—I have extensive knowledge of this mindset.
Peale taught that doubt is sin. Opposition is Satan testing your belief. So, when Trump says the election was stolen, he’s not necessarily lying in the sociopathic sense—he’s refusing to accept a reality that contradicts the victory he has already declared into existence. It’s not delusional; it’s doctrinal. And yes, it can be dangerous as hell when fused with political power, but it is not the same as clinical NPD.
Same with the “misogynist” label. The Access Hollywood tape was inappropriate, no argument. But if you watch Trump with women he respects—his daughter, Gold Star mothers, female veterans, female reporters he likes—he is courtly, affectionate, and protective in a very old-school way. Pathological misogynists don’t have that switch. They hate all women, always. Trump’s issue is not women; it’s people he considers losers or disloyal. Gender barely factors in.
Bigot? Racist? The man dated Kara Young (biracial model) for years, was friends with Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton in the 90s, received awards from the NAACP, and had more minority support in 2020 and 2024 than any Republican since 1960. Are there dog whistles? Sure. Does he play to crowds? Absolutely. But actual KKK-level hatred? No. He’s an equal-opportunity insulter—everyone who crosses him is a “loser,” regardless of melanin.
Stupid? The man ran a 40-year real-estate empire, built a global brand, starred in a hit TV show for 14 seasons, and just won the presidency twice now, with a ferocity that makes the losses look like setups for the comeback. You don’t do that with a 75 IQ. Crude? Yes. Vulgar? Often. Low-brow? Frequently. But stupid? No.
Hitler? Please. Hitler was a failed artist turned genocidal ideologue who wrote Mein Kampf in prison and then executed it with chilling precision. Trump is a Peale-trained salesman who thinks saying “we’re going to win so much you’ll get tired of winning” literally bends reality. One is apocalyptic evil. The other is a metaphysical warrior with a Twitter account.
But here’s where the shrew in me starts twitching.
Because Peale’s paradigm has a very dark edge when it meets unchecked power: “If I am the instrument of destiny, then any obstacle is the enemy of destiny.” That’s where the Napoleon quote Trump loves becomes dangerous: “He who saves his country violates no law.” That’s not ego for ego’s sake. That’s mission creep justified by self-deification. Peale taught that opposition is Satan. Trump believes he is the chosen instrument to save America. Therefore, courts, Congress, media, and even the Constitution become either allies of God’s plan—or enemies of it.
That’s not Hitler. That’s Joan of Arc with a private jet and a persecution complex.
And that’s where my “Deep Sea Fishing” analogy from my book (and this substack) comes in. Remember the fisherman doesn’t fight the big run—he lets out line, lets the fish tire itself out, keeps the hook set. All this “we’re winning!” euphoria, the court losses, the indictments, the assassination attempts—maybe it’s just slack in the line. The moment we relax and think the fight is over, the reel starts turning.
I’m not saying Trump is deep-state controlled opposition (though I wouldn’t bet my bippy against it). I’m saying that even if he’s genuine, his Peale-fueled “saviour syndrome” is psychologically dangerous in a second term with no re-election constraint. The man who believes reality bends to his declarations will not accept congressional restraints, judicial blocks, or constitutional niceties when he’s convinced he’s saving the republic.
So no, he’s not a clinical narcissist, not a sociopath, not even Hitler. He’s a Peale-trained metaphysical warrior who has fused his self-worth with national salvation. And history is littered with “well-meaning” saviours who drowned republics in the name of rescue.
Is he a maverick fighting the machine? Possibly. Is he a puppet? Also, possibly. Is he capable of becoming the mission itself and burning the village to save it? That’s the shrew’s real question.
And that’s the one that keeps me awake at night.