Today after 568 episodes I posted the final installment of #TolstoysTalesofTrump Grateful to all who encouraged and RT’d. Writing these helped keep me sane. But by laughing at a figure of moral ruin I hoped to honor values that matter—love, truth, unselfishness, gentleness.

Speaking of Russia-finally read Dostoevsky’s masterpiece. I see a lot of paterfamilias Karamazov in Trump: “A petty knave, a toady and buffoon, of fairly good though undeveloped, intelligence, he was, after all, a moneylender, who grew bolder with growing prosperity.”

Yes!

“On the spiritual side he was undeveloped, while his vitality was excessive. He saw nothing in life but sensual pleasure, and he brought his children up to be the same. He had no feelings for his duties as a father.”