The Eyes
The Eyes
Look into those eyes. What do you see? Look closely enough, you’ll see only three reflections—himself, money, and power.
They are not windows into a soul, but hollow caverns screaming with self-interest. He is morally cavernous, whose gaze echos nothing but egocentrism.
The President of the United States’ eyes reflect no empathy, no flicker of conscience, no warmth, kindness, compassion, joy or hope --- only the relentless reflection of his three obsessions: 1) himself, 2) money and 3) power. In that order. Every decision, every transaction, every betrayal of principle flows from this triad.
So when he sat in the Oval Office knee-to-knee next to a confirmed murderer, the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, a dictator who ordered and directed the dismemberment of a journalist with a bone saw, silencing others with bullets and reigning over a repressive government, Trump’s marvel did not falter. Human rights violations dissolved into currency, because in those eyes, human rights fuse into transactions.
Somehow, all is forgiven for the atrocities of 9/11, especially when Trump is being lavished with praise (“U.S. is the hottest country in the world”), and mounds of investments in his family’s cryptocurrency biz. Truth be told, our country IS the hottest for Trump, his family, the tech bros and billionaires. The rest of us struggle to afford food (which has become a luxury item), rent, gas and utilities. You know, the necessities.
And why not be a forgiving? Let’s let bygones be bygones because after all, according to the leader of the free world, “things happen,” so why dwell. Right? Not when there’s millions, billions and even trillions of dollars to be made between friends. After all, those deals aren’t going to quid-pro-quo themselves.
The breathtaking juxtaposition in Tuesday’s Oval office spectacle was Trump’s transactional gaze while sitting next to a brutal dictator. The man who would be King has crafted himself a throne made from the bones of the tortured and brutalized. Because in Trump’s eyes, atrocities are not tragedies. Human rights violations dissolve into currency. At that moment, his eyes revealed their truth: not vision, but vacancy. Not leadership but a ledger.
The Triad
1) Himself
There is not a single solitary road in Trump’s mind that doesn’t lead directly back to him. His self-obsession is the sole gravitational center of his universe.
He expects undying loyalty because well, he deserves it. But that arc does not bend beyond himself. There are no guarantees, except one: at any given moment, he can snap, tap endlessly on his social media platform, blasting his latest prey with insults, and unmitigated shame. No rhyme. No reason except undoubtedly the unsuspecting victim has done something, big or small, to piss him off. He’s never been one to shy away from making himself look great at the expense of someone else.
Trump is impulsive. He has is no strategy. He operates on instinct, when for instance, he took a wrecking ball to the East Wing. He sought counsel from no one, did not follow any of the processes required when making changes to historic properties. He just did it because he wanted to and because he can.
He really has no formal policies, because he stands for nothing. All of this is chilling knowing he has command of the nuclear codes.
Trump has no capacity for the suffering of others, in large part because he has no capacity to understand their plight. He has never wanted or suffered for anything in his life. Ever. He is unable to conceive the anguish of tens of millions who truly struggle each and every day, despite a 40 plus hour work week but still unable to get ahead.
No matter, he will go on endlessly about his massive gilded ballroom, host lavish lunches and dinners at the “Rose Garden Club,” and extravagant themed parties at his private resort club in Palm Beach, Fl.
41 million people losing SNAP benefits during the shutdown? Trump believes the program is broken. He did nothing to restore the funding, despite an order from a judge. Instead he repealed the decision to the highest court in the land. Because Trump has never known hunger nor what it’s like to go to bed on an empty stomach.
He routinely verbally abuses women journalists who have the unmitigated nerve to either challenge him or, ask questions that offend him. In other words, he berates if they ask uncomfortable questions or, as we like to call it, doing their jobs.
Despite 5 deferments to avoid military service, he is obsessed with all things military, extrajudicially vaporizing supposed drug dealers in the middle of the Caribbean, brutalizing immigrants on U.S. soil, hobnobbing with the WW contingent, or his “peace through strength” campaign, is for nothing more than to make him look like the strongman he is not.
For Trump, people exist only insofar as they serve his reflection, because he is not a man of vision, but of reflection —- and the reflection is always himself.
2) Money
Where to start?
Nothing says hollow moral cavern like Trump’s full vault of currency. Since taking office, January 20, 2025, Trump and his family have reportedly accumulated and stashed:
$339.6 million from financial investments and foreign capital (e.g. Saudi, Emirati, Qatari funds into Kushner’s firm)
$116 million from media ventures (books, documentaries, licensing)
$277.7 million from other sources:
MAGA merchandise (hats, sneakers, watches, Bibles)
Private jet gifted by Qatar
Legal fees paid via PACs
Cash & Gifts Since Jan 2025: $1.8 Billion
Includes realized crypto gains, foreign gifts, and direct payments to family ventures
Of course, these are only the things we know of because of legally required financial disclosures. We have no idea the grift and wealth he’s accumulating in the darkness of night.
So, say if you were to ask Trump directly, “are you better off today than you were a year ago?” His answer would be a resounding “YES.” Because of his position of power, all of this obscene financial accumulation has occurred.
His ill-conceived, destructive, income-busting tariffs he’s penned as “the most beautiful word in the dictionary,” have needlessly created economic hardship in this country and abroad. He created, as he is one to do, an illusion of an emergency, by invoking the International Emergency Economic Powers Act (IEEPA), a 1977 law that grants a president broad authority during national emergencies. There is no emergency. Rather, these tariffs allow Trump to strong-arm, extort, bribe and threaten leaders and countries, bending them towards his will —- his financial will.
Want to lower the tariffs for your country? Why just show up with a Rolex Clock, a rare collector’s item, worth $25K and a 1-kilogram gold bar emblazoned with the presidential seal and “45” & “47”, worth $130K. Your kindness and generosity will get you a tariff reduction from 39% to 15%.
It is stunning, a man who spent the better part of his adult life conning the world to believe he was someone he was not and a reality show that branded him as something he never was —- a successful businessman. But now billionaires, tech bros, CEO’s and leaders around the world are sucking up to him, lavishing him with praise, piles of money and gifts. He acquices because money is just not wealth, it’s validation, proof of his dominance, the metric by which he measures worth.
Currency is his conscience.
Unless there’s a dollar sign attached to any and all transactions, he has no interest and will walk away. Because for Trump, money is not currency. It is oxygen. Without it, the cavern collapses.
3) Power
Of course the two caverns (himself; money) meld into the third —- power, locking morality behind transaction; heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Trump brags he’s never had a drop to drink.· But power, the ultimate power of the presidency, is his crowning drug — not for responsibility, but for domination.
He loves nothing more than to have the Oval office filled to the brim with reporters and news outlets carrying any and all Oval office meetings. This is especially true when he’s hosting Heads of State or other dignitaries. He sits perched on his gaudy gold upholstered chair, in an ostentatious setting, dripping with Home Depot gold moldings, appliques and medallions, super-glued to the walls. This is where Trump draws his power, where he feels invincible. A place where, should someone like President Zelensky find himself, Trump feels perfectly confident to berate, humiliate, bully, shame and intimidate. In Trump’s eyes, he doesn’t view his actions as atrocities, he sees them as transactions.
His hollowness is not absence; it is appetite. And power is not stewardship; it is appetite. Appetite has no conscience.
In the end, the eyes tell the story. They do not reveal compassion, nor conviction, nor the weight of responsibility. They are not the focus of a leader, but the hollow stare of a man defined only by himself, money, and power. What should be windows to a soul are instead vaults of transaction, dark caverns where morality has long since collapsed. Look into them closely, and you will not find vision—you will hear only the echo of emptiness.
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