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pseudologia-fantasia · 6 years ago

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Libidinous - Chapter Two

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extreme sexual activity, rape, addiction.

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All characters belong to Hiro Mashima.

Lucy dropped the thin and practically empty purse onto her sofa, and instantly began to strip herself of what she wore.

She had just lost her third favorite bra, and was quietly mourning this fact in the back of her head.

She left a trail of her clothing as she rushed to the shower, turning it on and stepping in before giving it a moment to heat up.

The rush of cold water did her good in all honesty. It woke her up in just a moment, reviving her from her exhaustion from the lack of sleep from the previous night.

After washing herself down to the bone. She was running out of the bathroom, shaking herself dry and rubbing her body and hair with a fringed old towel.

She dug into her messy drawer, pulling out a dull pair of white briefs and slipping them on with a plain white bra.

As she slipped on her uniform, she grabbed a granola bar from an open box in her kinda kitchen.

By kinda kitchen she meant she kinda had a kitchen.

There was a bit of counter space, with a mini fridge, microwave, and small heater she would do any cooking she couldn't manage to do in a microwave. She ought to get a toaster oven or something, but her family wouldn't send a check for another 2 weeks and she hadn't save up enough for that kind of luxury.

Her hair was a little messy, and as she put on her glasses she looked in the grungy mirror she hung in her kinda kitchen.

She looked really young for some reason. She liked to think it was the glasses or the slightly oversized uniform.

But her small size seemed to be all the more highlighted in all she wore.

With a naked face and messy head of hair, Lucy fled from her apartment and rushed to school.

She never felt at home in the clothes she wore to school. They were a little baggy and made her look stupid. Maybe this was one of the reasons she found herself so inclined to put on the skinny little slutty dress at night.

She arrived at school somewhere into first period. However, she wasn't missing class, she had purposely set up a study hall in the morning incase this very thing happened.

She entered the library and scurried towards the supervisor.

"Sorry ma'am, I was a little ill last night so I over slept." If she can ring out enough sympathy, she might be successful.

The teacher looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Sick?"

"Yes, I think I got food poisoning. I was throwing up into the night."

Lucy really didn't want another tardy. If her parents saw a large quantity of tardies on her record they would she she's being truant.

"Oh I'm sorry, I wouldn't have even come into the school if I were you." She checked her name off. "Well why don't you go sit down and rest, I'll handle your attendance."

She bowed her head appreciatively and smiled as she walked over to take a seat in the library at a table.

She opened up her bag and let a series of books and papers spill out onto the table top.

Her hand ran across them as she found the notebook for her history notes and flipped them open.

As she sat there reading through the notes, she grunted lowly as she felt a heat between her legs.

She wasn't sure why, but she was feeling really horny.

She slipped of her jacket casually, then placed it over her lap in a slow and steady motion. Lucy allowed herself to sink into her seat as one of her hands slipped under the jacket and the other flipped through the notes.

She places her fingers between her legs, flicking gently at her clit through the rough and scratchy white briefs she wore.

She groaned lowly as she pushed her finger into center, drawing circles through her underwear.

She hummed quietly as she flipped through another page of her notes to look busy. Lucy arched her back slightly as she stared at her notes in a daze and began to imagine herself sitting on someone's face.

She wasn't sure who the person was, but they locked at her pussy like it was the sweetest candy.

Their tongue felt so good, hot and a little scratchy as it left long strokes between her wet folds.

She grunted in silent frustration, realizing this fantasy couldn't possible come true until Friday thanks to her rule.

Only on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays would she allow herself to go out and have sex with strange men.

She was trying to lean off, originally it Thursday too, but she had managed to drop that day as well.

She was hoping to drop Wednesday by the next month, and maybe get it to only Saturdays.

She could masturbate any day she liked, except Sunday, that is.

His lips would tug greedily at her clit, his hands pushing done on her hips so she'd grind into his mouth. He had a strong grip, and it felt amazing as his lips made out with her pussy.

She closed her eyes for a moment, filling in the body of the girl who clawed at the head of hair of the guy kissing her lower lips.

Her pussy now wet, she moved off of him to look at the imaginary man's face.

She gasped as she looked at the hot and sweaty face of the boy she'd met that morning.

"Lucy!"

Her eyes snap open and a feeling I'm her stomach erupts as she thinks she'd just been found out for masturbating in front of a whole class of students.

She looked up to see the smiling face of the boy from the morning. She one she was sitting on in her heads moments ago.

His eyes were so bright and happy to see her.

"Hey, how are you?"

She nodded her head lightly as she watched him sit down across from her.

"Um, good." She cleared her throat. "Natsu, right?"

"Hey you remembered!" His grin widened, and he leaned onto the table. "Don't worry. I haven't told anyone, your secret is safe with me."

He put his finger over his lips like a child. And Lucy, hand still in her arousal, only felt her fantasies become a bit more vivid.

He span her over onto the table, slamming her against it stomach first as he pulled her panties down and smacked the bare flesh roughly.

His lips drew to her pussy from behind as he kissed in sloppily, his fingers running through her legs to dig into it.

He thrust violently in between her wet folds. His lips tugging greedily as he sucked up all her wet pussy juices.

Then he'd pull out his large erect manhood and put it to the tip of her anus.

"So what're you doing here?"

"Study hall." She answered quietly.

He teased the bundle of nerves at her entrance and ran his hand down her back in a long clean stroke.

She gasped as he pushed into her in a quick dirty thrust. Penetrating her in just a moment.

"So why were you sleeping at that man's house--"

"Shh--" she hissed violently.

He smacked her on the rear as he gave more hard, sloppy thrusts into her. She was screaming out his name as he cursed out profanities.

"Oh right! Secret." He giggled like a little girl as he leaned in whispering. "So was he your friend. Are you related?"

Lucy grunted in disgust for a moment, but then felt a moment of sheer relief.

He had no clue what she and his neighbor had done last night.

"Oh my gosh." She whispered in a husky breath. "Um, Natsu, what do you think we were doing last night?"

He hit her g-spot, and Lucy let out a scream as he banged into it over and over again. Thrusting in wildly as his fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, leaving bruises where his fingers were.

"Um...well." He sat in deep thought, thinking it was some kind of trick question. "We're you watching a movie or something?"

"Well, no," Lucy cleared her throat. "We were doing other things."

His manhood grew large, as Lucy felt it grind against her walls. She thrust her hips back to meet his own movement.

"You like that?" His rough voice huffed in a heavy breath.

"Yes! More! Faster!" Lucy gasped.

Natsu spanked her again, and dug his fingers into her pussy as he plunged into her anus. His hands trailed down her back as he thrust into her.

"Your so tight!" He hissed.

"What?"

"I said are you alright?"

Lucy blinked a few moments as she nodded her head. "Yeah, yeah. I've got a bit of a headache that's all."

He stood up from his seat, just to lean over the table and get a better view of the the papers in front of her. "Whatcha readin'?"

"My history notes." She brought her finger to her mouth and licked its pad to turn the page.

Natsu leaned over onto Lucy's back, sucking the skin on her back leaving hickeys all over her pale skin. She gasped and he drew his fingers to her face, sticking his fingers into her mouth. She sucked on the delicious wetness from her own pussy, licking the fingers clean.

"Sounds boring." His eyebrows furrowed.

"I have a test."

As he pounded into her, she felt herself coming to the edge. She gasped for breath as Lucy felt herself rising to her climax.

"Hey, I'll see you later." Natsu shot up from his seat, a smile on his face. "It was nice talking to you. Tell me if you decide to have another sleepover with that guy."

"Kay."

She watched him walk away, his hands put in his pockets as walked away from table.

As she watched him leave, she dropped her head down onto her notes, hitting an orgasm in front of all those in the library. Luckily, no one quite noticed.

#fairy tail #fairy tail lucy #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail lemon #libidinous #Nalu #fairy tail nalu

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mazethequeen · 8 years ago

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Guys, I caved and wrote the Noir Detective AU. It was lots of fun.

It was a cloudy Monday, and a slow day at work right until Lucifer Morningstar walked into my office wreathed in smoke and sin, and put out his cigarette in the homemade ashtray next to the door. He seemed to bring the clouds with him, and he smelled like the air right before a storm. We weren’t forecasted for lightning, but at that moment I swore I saw the electricity arcing off of him. He wore a hundred watt smile and Armani. A rich boy, trouble if I ever saw it.

I leaned back in my chair and looked him over. “The door says knock, sir. I could have been with a client.”

He smirked, cocky bastard. “They wouldn’t have minded. You’re detective Decker, aren’t you? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things, I’m sure,” I shot right back. People didn’t like me much, but they couldn’t deny that I did my job. I got results, even if they weren’t always the results they came looking for, and I always got my guy.

My father would have said that pride always came before a fall, but I was a fired cop. I couldn’t fall much farther without the help of a pit.

Morningstar flopped into the chair in front of my desk. He didn’t sit, he lounged, like some sort of cat. “They said you were the best. They didn’t say you were beautiful too.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Cut to the chase Mr…?”

“Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar,” he supplied helpfully.

What a name. I snorted and continued. “Well, Mr. Morningstar, I’d appreciate it if you’d restrict your comments to ones pertinent to your case from now on. I work for…” I surveyed his outfit again, appraising the linen with an amateur's eye. In this city you learned how to spot wealth fast. “A hundred dollars an hour, and that’s better than you’ll get anywhere else. I work until there’s nothing left to turn up, and I want a deposit up front. I don’t do Saturdays, Tuesday nights, or school mornings Monday to Wednesday.”

That had lost me a lot of clients, but Trixie came first. She deserved better than a mother with an office on the seedy side of town who came home from work smelling like steel and death. I was determined to give it to her.

His brow wrinkled, but he accepted it without any further comment. “Very well. In return I expect you to keep quiet about this. Discretion is of the utmost importance.”

“Are you guilty of any major crimes that I need to know of?” I asked him. This was the most important part. No one in Los Angeles was innocent of everything, but I had to have some standards. Murderers and their ilk would have no help from me. Embezzlers and small time thieves were judged case by case. I wasn’t inclined to give Mr. Morningstar much leeway. He looked arrogant, sounded obnoxiously British, and had a face that would make anyone act rash. Cheekbones like that deserved some sort of warning; “Keep away from children and easily influenced souls”.

“Sodomy, adultery, solicitation of almost everything and possession of more drugs than you could name, darling.” he answered, looking like the cat that got into the creamery. He was so damn proud of himself it made the mind wonder what could have him keeping secrets.

I mulled it over. A hundred dollars an hour was good money, and Trixie ate like a starving dog these days, and was growing faster than I could keep her in clothes.

Morningstar must have sense my reluctance, because he dug deep in his pockets and pulled out more a botanical garden worth of green. Neatly folded notes were pushed across my desk toward me, and I realized it was all one hundreds.

Hells with it, I could deal with the repercussions later. For now I had lawyers bills to pay, rent due next week, and a little girl to keep fed on a single salary. I took the money, counted it out, made a note of it in my book, and fixed Lucifer Morningstar with a solid stare.

“It seems we’re in business, Mr. Morningstar. What do you want?”

To my surprise he didn’t jump to spill out his woes. Something had been eating him since he came in the door, I could feel it in my bones like a sailor could sense the wind changing, but he kept his anxious energy held tight to his skin, a storm in a devilishly attractive bottle.

He leaned in, dark eyes fixed on mine, smiling softly. “Not yet. I’m sure you don’t mind, but I need something over you first. Insurance, let’s call it. So, Chloe Decker, investigator extraordinaire, what do you want? What is your deepest desire?”

Hypnotist's eyes stayed locked on me, and he seemed so honestly confident that I just stared for a minute. Then the shock faded and I stood, chair crashing to the floor behind me. It had been half off at a liquidation sale, and it had the balance of a one-legged elephant. Morningstar started at the noise, and whatever spell he was trying to case broke.

“I don’t know what sort of corporate power-play mumbo-jumbo that was,” I told him, stepping around my desk and a snowfall of discarded paperwork on the floor, “But it stops now. You want my help, you play by my rules, and that means no trying to charm me. I’m a professional, not a snake. Play your little games on your own time, Morningstar, not mine.”

He stood too and somehow managed to not loom despite the handful of inches he had on me. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, drawing attention to the line of his neck and the muscles that became his shoulders. I realized with an ache how long it had been since Dan. It was a damn shame, my ex was a dirty cop and here I was staring at a man probably wore a cologne called Disreputable. Fortune smiled on me, he was too confused that his failure to notice.

“I’m sorry, did that not work? Do you have contacts in or something? Do you want me to try again?”

“Yes, none of your business, and no.” I growled, and wished I was the sort of person who could work with a fifth of brandy in them. Half the other PIs on the strip drank like fishes, but I’d never gotten in the habit. It made you too sloppy, too confident, and besides it was as much a cliche as the trench coat. Maybe it worked for bestubbled boys who’d grown up on pulp novels and B-movies, but someone had to be the adult in the room. “Look, just tell me your case so I can solve it. I have a reputation to keep up, and frankly I want you out of my office as soon as possible.”

Morningstar considered me carefully, eyes roaming over my face and only stopping to rest on my bare legs for a second. Maybe getting out from behind the desk after a day working customer harassment freelance wasn’t the best idea. Despite first impressions, he wasn’t the leering type. Instead he just… smiled. A more impressionable person might have called it ‘cheeky’, I just called it frustrating.

“You really weren’t affected, were you?” he said, soft like the rumble of thunder from the horizon. Everything about him reminded me of a hurricane. I’d lived in sunny LA all my life, and this was an education in storms.

“If by affected you mean, ‘ready to throw you out’, then yes, I’d say I am.”

“Peculiar,” he whispered, then shook his head and righted himself. “Well, maybe it will prove useful here. You see, I’ve lost something of unspeakable value.”

If it was a woman, I was going to shoot him myself. I prodded the ambiguous mass he had laid before me cautiously. “What exactly did you lose?”

He sucked in a breath, exhaled low, and said with forced casualness, “Only my angel wings.”

It confirmed what I’d suspected since he walked in. This was going to be one of those cases. I righted my chair, sat back down, and popped a migraine pill.

“Explain it from the top.” I told him.

“Well, it all started when I fell from heaven….”

#lucifer fanfic #spoilers: i had to kill dan #i'm sorry dan but something had to set the tone

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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Booked! Trump, staffers who cried Wolff and a week of fervor and fury

When the Guardian publicized extracts of Fire and Fury, Washington was rocked. Now many are questioning the presidents the opportunities of staying in the job

Portraits of Theodore and Franklin Roosevelt loomed watchfully. Five US senators with decades of collective know stood in homage at their chairs. Donald Trump was about to enter the area, a prospect that assures a frisson of unpredictability.

The president strode in, shook handwritings with Chuck Grassley and patted Lindsey Graham on the back. Graham playfully perforated the breeze.

” Lindsey used to be a great enemy of mine ,” Trump told the assembly when all were accommodated a few minutes later,” and now he’s a great friend of mine .”

The senator for South Carolina altered awkwardly in his chair and grinned:” I like me too, so we have something in common .” There was a gurgle of laughter.

Later, when 71 -year-old Trump turned to Senator James Lankford and called him “Tom”, everyone pretended to ignore it.

Here in the elegantly appointed Roosevelt Room ,~ ATAGEND cocooned in the West Wing as if in a wartime bunker, Trump and the loyalists who showered kudo on his leader could retain the pretence of business as usual. But outside, political burns were igniting. The White House had been hit by a bombshell notebook that depicted it as a hive of schism, dysfunction and farce, and the president himself as ignorant, capricious and clinically unfit for the bureau once filled by the Roosevelts.

Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House, by Michael Wolff ,~ ATAGEND a ravaging fly-on-the-wall account of life at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, has incited supposition over the mental health of the man who began the week boasting to the world of the dimensions of the his nuclear button.” His stability ,” Carl Bernstein, a veteran Washington Post reporter best known for his work on the Watergate scandal, told CNN.” That’s really what this journal is about .”

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Wolff, who parked himself for long hours on a West Wing sofa, says he interviewed more than 200 beings in Trump’s inner and outer path and they reached a joint opinion.

” They all say,’ He is like small children ,’ and what they necessitate by that is he has a need for immediate delight ,” the author told NBC on Friday .” It’s all about him .”

On Saturday, he spoke to the BBC.” I speculate one of the interesting effects of the book so far is a very clear’ sovereign had not yet been robes’ result ,” Wolff said.

” The narration that I have told seems to present this presidency in such a way that it says he can’t do his occupation .”

‘ Treasonous’ and’ unpatriotic ‘

The brand-new year had just chafed the sleep from its sees when, on Wednesday morning, the Guardian written excerpts of Wolff’s work a week ahead of its scheduled publishing. It vividly depicted chaos and conflict as a default setting in the concerned authorities, as bad than numerous already believed. At the centre of the palace plot was Steve Bannon, the hardline nationalist who helped employ Trump in the White House.

Bannon, former manager strategist, had spilled the beans to Wolff with impressive candour. He described the decision by Trump’s son, Donald Trump Jr, to congregate a group of Russians at Trump Tower during the 2016 electoral campaign as “treasonous” and “unpatriotic”. He predicted that the continuing investigation into alleged deceit with Moscow would guide and flow:” They’re going to crack Don Junior like an egg on national TV .” And he announced Trump’s daughter Ivanka” as stupid as brick “.

Bannon was not alone in his unflattering judgment. The notebook too reported that Rupert Murdoch formerly mocked Trump as” a fucking idiot “ over his incoherent deems on immigration policy, while Thomas Barrack Jr, a billionaire who is one of the president’s oldest associates, reportedly told a sidekick:” He’s not only crazy, he’s stupid .”( Barrack has since disclaimed this .)

Other affirms by Wolff include Melania Trump’s reaction to an election win that her husband and his team concluded impossible- she was ” in tears- and not of exuberance “; the couple’s preference for separate bedrooms; and Trump’s habit of going to bed with a cheeseburger at 6.30 pm, watching three Tv screens and manufacturing phone calls. The president reprimands housekeeping faculty” for picking up his shirt from the floor” and” foisted a initiate of new rulers: None touch anything, specially not his toothbrush “. His paranoia about being poisoned contributes him to turn up without warning at McDonald’s, according to the book, which Trump has labelled ” boring and untruthful “.

The barrage of damning discoveries caught the White House off guard. The Washington Post reported :” Trump invested much of the day storming about the book to surface aide-de-camps, officials and consultants said … As he fumed, some aide-de-camps were still furiously searching for a reproduce of the book, and even elderly aides like[ Hope] Hicks has not been able to attended it by the afternoon, bureaucrats said .”

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Said by officials to be “disgusted” and “furious”, Trump launched an abortive law strive to block the book, which doubtless boosted auctions, and wasted little time in brutally renouncing Bannon. Usually he is material to hammer foes with a vituperative tweet- not this time. The White House exhausted a bilious 266 -word statement that played down Bannon’s role in Trump’s electoral success and proclaimed:” When he was fired, he is not simply lost his undertaking, he lost his recollection .”

It was an ugly, very public political divorce, the end of a relationship that had transfixed the political world. In August 2015, Bannon, a former naval patrolman, investment banker and film-maker, boasted that he had turned the rightwing website Breitbart News into “Trump Central” and joked that he was the candidate’s hidden” expedition administrator”, the New York Times reported . He hosted Trump for friendly radio interviews and, in August 2016, took over as chief executive of his long-shot presidential campaign.

The scruffy, unshaven Bannon came to personify Trump’s darkest, nativist motives on in-migration, building international borders wall and menacing a swap crusade; he fanned the kindles of” America first”, lily-white patriotism and a blow-everything-up philosophy. In a November 2016 interview with Wolff for the Hollywood Reporter, the liberal bete noire boasted of his influence, swearing with relish:” I am Thomas Cromwell in the tribunal in the Tudors .” It was grimly prophetic- Cromwell was eventually implemented on the king’s orders.

‘ Sloppy Steve ‘

The journal chronicles clashing between Steve Bannon, second from left, and Jared Kushner, second from privilege. Image: Mandel Ngan/ AFP/ Getty Images

Bannon saw two lethal mistakes. One was overreach: he peculiarity on the blanket of Time magazine, was drawn as more powerful than Trump on Saturday Night Live and was dubbed” President Bannon”, all bound to infuriate the Trump ego. He too displayed visceral hatred for Ivanka and her husband, Jared Kushner, chronicled by Wolff in lurid item. After seven months, he was deposed as chief strategist and returned to his roost as manager chair of Breitbart.

He reportedly continued to speak to Trump by phone; agents say the last such gossip happened in early December. Around the same occasion, the Bannon-endorsed Roy Moore- accused of sexual transgression implying teenage daughters- lost a US Senate special referendum in the Republican stronghold of Alabama, casting doubt on Bannon’s so-called strategic genius .

Now, Bannon has not only failed Trump. Soon after, he lost his patron Rebekah Mercer ,~ ATAGEND the billionaire Republican donor, who turned off financing of the tap. If, as is speculated, he loses Breitbart too, he could be ostracized to the political wilderness. Reader statements on Breitbart’s site seemed overwhelmingly supportive of the president. The alt-right, of which Bannon was once the rock-and-roll virtuoso, appeared to be coalescing around Trump. In a tweet on Friday darknes ,~ ATAGEND Trump said Bannon” wept when he got fired and sidestepped for his occupation. Now Sloppy Steve has been dropped like a puppy by almost all. Too bad !” But Kurt Bardella ,~ ATAGEND a political commentator and former Breitbart spokesman, was expected that Bannon may prove difficult to topple from the organisation, and may yet use it as a platform to get back into the president’s good goodness.

” If there’s one thing we know about Donald Trump it’s that he’s susceptible to being sucked up to ,” Bardella said.” The self-love of Trump would affection nothing more than a humbled Steve Bannon coming grovelling for his forgiveness. He may have imagined merely that scenario .”

On Thursday, Bannon called Trump a” great boy”, but reconciliation still seems a long way off. His collapse has been embraced by the Republican establishment, which had horror an insurgent motion by Bannon-backed campaigners with an” America first” agenda ahead of November’s midterm referendums. Recently, Bannon counselled the Senate majority leader, Mitch McConnell:” You’re like a deer that’s been shot, you’re just going to bleed out, brother .” After the White House secreted Trump’s statement deploring Bannon as a self-aggrandising hanger-on who had” lost his thought”, McConnell’s safarus report tweeted a gif of the senator with a victorious smirk organizing on his lips.

Bardella said:” Steve Bannon’s crusade for 2018 is over. Instead of Republican versus Republican, the general election between Republicans and Democrat starts now .”

He alerted McConnell of a mixed support, nonetheless:” You may have sidelined Steve Bannon but you still have to deal with Donald Trump. Republicans are going to be responsible for whatever’s going to happen going forward. They’re not going to be able to say that there were no clues of diminished ability. They’re not going to be examined on kindly by record .”~ ATAGEND

‘ The danger has become imminent ‘

Michael Wolff on the establish of NBC’s Today establish. Picture: Brendan Mcdermid/ Reuters

Wolff’s book has resurrected swirling supposition about the nation of Trump’s mental health and the 25 th revision ,~ ATAGEND which gives a majority of cabinet ministers and vice-president to remove the president by deeming him” unable to fulfill the powers and duties of his office “.

The Trump who emerges from Wolff’s account is chronically incurious, contemptuous of experts and beholden to his intestine inclinations.” Trump didn’t read ,” he writes.” He didn’t really even skip … He could read headlines and articles about himself, or at the least headlines on sections about himself, and the chitchat squib on the New York Post’s Page Six .” Some allies tried to explain this away as an quality of his populism.” He was postliterate- total video .”

In another transition, Wolff narrates how Trump is repeating himself with greater frequency. Whereas he used to repeat,” word-for-word and expression-for-expression “, the same three narrations every 30 times , now it is within 10 hours. And in another fable, he wrote in a tower for the Hollywood Reporter:” At Mar-a-Lago, just before the brand-new time, a heavily made-up Trump failed to recognise a succession of old friends .”

Bandy Lee, an deputy clinical professor at the Yale School of Medicine, briefed a dozen each member of Congress last month on those risks associated with the president’s action. Lee said this week she and other psychiatrists were speaking out since they are feel” the chance has become imminent “.

Democratic congressman Jamie Raskin, who attended Lee’s presentation and has proposed legislation to create a commission that would determine whether the president is mentally fit for agency, said Trump’s behaviour was ” increasingly delusional “. He told CNN:” It’s a very dangerous and unstable situation as a number of Republican senators have themselves observed “. No Republican in Congress has yet announced publicly for an evaluation of Trump’s mental state.

Chris Ruddy ,~ ATAGEND a longtime friend of Trump, conceives the president has attention deficit disorder.” He’s easily endured ,” he told the Observer.” He likes moving around a lot of topics and asking a lot of questions. He’s so smart, he’s easily stood. It’s a big leap to say he’s psychologically unfit for power .” Ruddy said he saw Trump several times over the Christmas holidays.” I think he’s mentally fit. I didn’t see anything untoward. His conference are appropriate to any time I’ve known him. He seemed to recognise everyone around us. I brought a New York Times journalist, Michael Schmidt ,~ ATAGEND to convened him and at first he didn’t recognise him but, when he did double take, he realised who it was .”

He added:” I would say Donald Trump’s mental acuity in recollecting faces and datum is much higher than average .”

Ruddy, chief executive of the republican Newsmax Media ,~ ATAGEND alleged radicals of trying to use the issue to overturn the 2016 presidential election result.” It’s a highly politicised period and they’re trying to weaponise psychology and psychiatry. It obliges no feel .”

Trump made a similar proof in amazing tweets from 7.19 am working on Saturday, alleging Democrats and the mainstream media of” taking out the old Ronald Reagan playbook “. Reagan, whose register Trump cracked as the oldest person to be elected president, came under scrutiny from opponents for forgetfulness and denying himself. Five years after leaving bureau, he was diagnosed with “Alzheimers disease”.

In commentaries unlikely to have the desired effect of squelching hypothesi over his own health of mind, Trump resumed:” Actually, throughout my life, my two greatest resources have been mental stability and being, like, really smart … I started from VERY successful industrialist, to surface T.V. Star …. to President of the United States( on my first try ). I think that would characterize as not smart, but genius….and a highly stable genius at that !”

Debate over a president’s erratic behaviour often invites analogies with Britain’s King George III. But Wolff’s portrayal of a being prone to wild mood shakes, liable to call person a friend one moment, an enemy the next, is also redolent of actor Forest Whitaker’s portrayal of Ugandan dictator Idi Amin in the film The Last-place King of Scotland .

” You’re a child ,” his despairing doctor tells him.” You have the head and pride of an angry, spoiled, uneducated child. And that’s what moves you so fucking terrifying .”

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