Donald Trump will reportedly start spending big money on his campaign in relation to the Iowa Caucus and New Hampshire Primary.  Popular news media wisdom settles on Senator Ted Cruz winning in Iowa, while Governor Chris Christie has the backing of New Hampshire conservatives, the kind of Republicans who don't want a flashy trash talking egomaniac winning anything.

     Trump's own narrative presents himself as a winner.  If he loses in Iowa, and then even in New Hampshire, how will he spin that?  We're used to his whining tweets, but how great will the torrent of petulance be if he loses in even one of those states, making him, by his own definition, a loser?

     He will, if it comes to his defeat in Iowa and/or New Hampshire, have no trouble assigning blame for his loser status.  Current targets of Trump's ire, like the news media (which strokes him generously with free coverage), the Republican and Democratic Parties, the Establishment, sane people, the Bushes, the Clintons, President Obama, people capable of logic, immigrants legal and illegal, Muslims, decent human beings, and women, would feel the withering Trump grump.  He would be able to feed off of his rejection for many years.  I think he's wanted to be president for a long time.  The August 2004 Esquire Trump cover story (in which he stated, unimpressively after the fact, his displeasure with the Iraq War) expresses his desire to lead the country, and that he would (of course) do it "better."  We only have his word on that, and his word is shit.

     Psychologically, how would a defeated Trump feel?  After Waterloo, Napoleon Bonaparte spent the last six years of his life imprisoned on the remote South Atlantic island, St. Helena, guarded distantly by British soldiers, living in a small house with a few servants in an environment of constant and maddening wind.  He spent some of his time going over that last battle of his, thinking of actions he should've taken that may have turned it the other way.  I mention Bonaparte because he's the only person I've ever read about with a colossal ego comparable to Trump's.  In the end, the great world leader and conquerer on his naked island surrounded by undrinkable nowhere, ended his life babbling manically, asking hundreds of questions without waiting for answers, the content of the queries quite mundane, concerning in one instance the price of apples in England compared to the price of apples in France.

     I don't think madness or exile lie in Trump's future, but I do hope, if he loses in Iowa, New Hampshire, and elsewhere, culminating in a denial of his presidential wish, that, like Napoleon, he experiences a deep depression, enough to shut him up for years, removing his grotesque blaring light from public consciousness so that his disgusting personality ceases to abuse the great country he falsely claims to care about.

                                                                            Vic Neptune