Donald Trump's Penis: The Sunset Years

     I make connections.  I see one thing and it reminds me of something else, so I wonder about the combination, even if the two things might not be related.  I think some more about the combination and sometimes see similarities to ponder, maybe even some cause and effect.
     In this way today, I began thinking of a subject that led me to contemplating something most people wouldn't want to think about: Donald Trump's penis.
     First, considering the President's overwhelming ego, how could he, a power-mongering Alpha Male (a blowhard obsessed with his own masculinity), not be obsessed with his own penis?  Most men, including me, are at least fond of their own penises.  Trump has spoken proudly, during a Republican debate (!) of his penis.  "There's no problem there, believe me," he announced to millions of viewers.  That he made this claim indicates to me there's a good chance there is a problem, and I'm not talking about the size issues people like to joke about.
     My first connecting thought, as explained above, wasn't about Trump's penis, but something he said in a sound bite where he used the same phrase three times in answering a question about whether or not the United States will go to war with North Korea (i.e. do something that will lead to the kinds of scenarios seen in popular apocalyptic television shows), leading me to wonder if he takes drugs.  Could it be that his behaviors (impulsivity, pressure to speak, short attention span, inability to hold back from blurting rude comments) have something to do with drug addiction?  If so, he's masked this aspect of his personal life well, even as his outward persona so obviously shows anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear a demented man with severe mental problems that have never been dealt with, by him or by health care professionals.
     Celebrities who are supposed to be "with it," aren't often allowed by those around them the space and time to collapse and be real, to go nuts if they need to.  I think it took Britney Spears so long to be properly diagnosed and medicated because many of the people around her (some of them vampires just using her) couldn't continue living off of her largesse and fame if she went bonkers.  Eventually, she did display psychotic behavior in public, bringing a horrible amount of mocking attention from news media people who, like society at large, have no sympathy for the mentally ill, although it's a common enough malady that it's likely most news people know family members and friends who have such problems.
     It's just not talked about.  Unlike with someone missing a leg from a tour of duty in Iraq, a mentally ill person looks normal physically, so it doesn't seem there's anything wrong, but all it takes, in Trump's case, is an application of the imagination to wonder about what might be going on in the head of a man so insecure about himself, his body, his sexuality and masculinity and potency, that he can't help announcing to the world that his cock works and it's a big one.
     Trump's golden helmet, his hairdo, is made possible by the drug Propecia (also known as Finasteride).  It prevents hair loss, grows hair and helps men who aren't comfortable with their own personalities deal with going out in public.  We know from first wife Ivana Trump's divorce deposition that her husband, after getting a bad haircut, beat and raped her during their marriage.  Trump's hair and his sub-normally sized hands, subjects he often brings up, are of enormous importance to his sense of self-worth.
     Propecia's side effects can include loss of interest in sex, impotence, ejaculatory delay, dizziness, feeling like one might pass out, swelling of hands and feet, and other possibilities.  It's the sexual mention above that I'm interested in for the purpose of this post, although it's interesting to note the President's exhaustion during his first foreign trip from Saudi Arabia to Sicily.
     Many years of taking Propecia, of losing sexual potency and effectiveness, of experiencing reduced sex drive, has, if this applies to Trump, led him to either seek alternatives with testosterone-based sex drive boosting drugs, or not.  Shall we assume that Donald Trump, a lifetime womanizer by his own admission, has never tried to recover his sexual potency, the hard-ons and orgasms quashed by Propecia?
     Being a man myself, I assume that getting a boner and being able to ejaculate is also important to Donald Trump, but what if he can't?  He's put his focus on improving the visible, the fleshy bone thing above the neckline of his crappy suits--his head with its puffy skin and dyed blonde Propecia hairdo that looks like something a dying Roman emperor would wear to the Coliseum during the Roman Empire's final century.
     Note: I don't make fun of homely people because they're homely.  I only do it when they're also rich sociopathic scumbags.
     Donald Trump is a proven chronic liar.  If he boasts of his penis, "There's nothing wrong there, believe me," he means there's something wrong.  Given that we know he's a Propecia user, it's likely his cock doesn't work, a different angle of approach from the usual "Donald Trump has a small penis" put-down.
     If it doesn't work and maybe hasn't worked in years, the joy of having a normally functional penis is not something Trump experiences anymore, making Melania Trump even more of a trophy wife, a display item elevating her husband's ego even as he doesn't really give a shit about her.
     For many years we heard comedians remark that Trump's hair is mostly toupee.  Turns out that with Propecia, it's actually just an abnormal growth that gets funnier and weirder looking the closer one gets to it.  Say what you want about Kim Jong-Un, at least his hair is tight on his head and neatly ordered.
   
                                                                             Vic Neptune