This is New York Times bestselling author, John Hopkins School of Medicine graduate, Fox News contributor, and man who is looking at something like it’s a piece of meat he’s dying to chew on, Dr. Keith Ablow:
Keith is (in)famous for his attempts to psychoanalyze President Barack Obama and in an irony of ironies, some folks in his profession think he might be batshit crazy himself.
Here’s what Dr. Jeffrey Lieberman, chairman of psychiatry at Columbia University’s College of Physicians and Surgeons and former president of the American Psychiatric Association, said about Ablow three years ago:
It is shameful and unfortunate that he is given a platform by Fox News or any other media organization. Basically he is a narcissistic self-promoter of limited and dubious expertise.
And if you don’t believe Jeff, ask Ford Vox, a staff physiatrist at the Shepherd Brain Injury Rehabilitation Center in Atlanta who said this of Keith:
[He’s] an embarrassment for physicians in general.
Ablow resigned from the APA in 2011 in a dispute over transgenderism.
Given his illustrious reputation, it probably won’t surprise you that Ablow is in the process of writing a multi-part series on how to improve your life by making yourself more like Donald Trump.
The first part of the series, not kidding, is called “Want to improve your life? Be more like President Trump (Not kidding!)” and hilariously, it’s archived in Fox’s “Values” section.
The second part came out over the weekend and it’s called “Trumping your life: How to be a better, stronger person by being more like the president.” It’s also in the “Values” section of Fox’s website and it features the following picture of Trump looking quite a bit like a retarded albino gorilla:
Unfortunately, there are apparently going to be five installments in this series. Here’s Ablow:
This is the second of five installments I plan to share. If you take this Trump-inspired self-help advice seriously, I believe it will significantly improve your existence.
You can read these comedic works of genius for yourself, but here are two excerpts that should give you a pretty good idea of what’s included:
4. Assume you will encounter increasing resistance as you pursue big and worthy goals.
5. Don’t be afraid to speak about things like friendship and love. Among strong people, connections of the heart are very powerful.
Not included in Ablow’s Trump-inspired, “self-help advice” are the following things you could also do to be more like the President and thereby “significantly improve your existence”:
6. Assume that when a woman looks completely repulsed by the sight of you, she’s really thinking “grab me by the pussy.”
7. Don’t be afraid to commit treason because among strong people, connections to the Kremlin are very powerful.
Well along these same lines, Elizabeth Spiers – who you’ll recall gave alt-Right blogger “Doug” a hard dose of reality this week – decided to write her own version of Ablow’s Trumpian life “advice” and boy, oh boy is it great. Read it in full below.
Trumping Your Life: The Final Installment
Fox News is publishing a self-help series titled “TRUMPING YOUR LIFE: How to be a better, stronger person by being more like the president”, and I found it so inspiring that I decided to write the final installment myself. In the words of the original author, Dr. Keith Ablow, “If you take this Trump-inspired self-help advice seriously, I believe it will significantly improve your existence.”
- Do not be afraid to surround yourself with yes men. There is nothing more affirmative to your health and well being than having a small army of people willing to nod vacuously at your every pronouncement no matter how stupid or destructive. One of them may be gunning for your job and unsettlingly refers to his wife as “Mother”, but that’s the cost of doing business. And if no one ever tells you you’re wrong, you are for all practical purposes, right. Right and wrong simultaneously. Think of it as Schrodinger’s Presidency.
- Remember your victories and when in doubt, repeat them to yourself for a boost of confidence. If the solidity of the victory appears to be in doubt — some nobody says you don’t know what you’re talking about, or someone produces “empirical evidence” that your inauguration crowds are smaller than you know they were — summon one of your yes men, who will surely remedy the situation before your consciousness is cruelly invaded by the specter of doubt, a horrific and alien feeling to which no one should ever be subjected and which you’ve thus far avoided entirely.
- No one is more important than you are. No one. Be sure to carve out some “me time” for “self care”. Treat yourself to 2,483 holes of golf, preferably at one of the many tremendous resorts and hotels that bear the Trump name (at least as long as they manage to service debt the size of a small developing nation’s GDP or professional acquaintances in Moscow are willing to do it for them). And if you’re tempted to consider the lives and fates of anyone who is not, technically speaking, you — say, the millions of people in the United States who don’t have health insurance and will die for lack of adequate medical treatment, people who are immigrants, who are not white, gay or men — just remember, you will never be not white, not straight, an immigrant or a woman, and you do not have to worry about paying for healthcare because taxpayers are footing the bill. So fuck ‘em.
- Do not be afraid to fire the yes men if they stop being yes men, or appallingly, never were in the first place. But the firing is best done by someone else, because firing people is unpleasant and you run the risk of marring the unoccluded nihilism of a day spent free of moral and ethical consequences with an inconvenient pang of empathy. Not worth it. Just have them play a clip of you saying “you’re fired” dramatically into a camera — you probably have footage somewhere — and let one of the yes men handle the details. Details are below your pay grade anyway. Things like listening, and reading, and comprehending are tedious and should be delegated. And if everyone reacts badly to the firing, stick with the story that it was the Deputy Attorney General’s idea.
- Speaking of, delegate everything. A good rule of thumb: ask yourself, “am I doing anything that would nominally be considered a basic requirement of my job?” If the answer is yes, you haven’t delegated far enough. And if you manage to run out of qualified staffers, you always have friends and family. Maybe not your sons, who are not the brightest bulbs in the chandelier, but son-in-laws count as family — at least until they get indicted. And it’s not your fault if you produced a family full of Fredo Corleones. (It’s Fredos all the way down, really.) At least one of them is hot.
- The best way to avoid feeling stupid is to strenuously avoid any encounter with information to which you’ve never previously been exposed. This admittedly takes some effort. If someone approaches you with something that looks like it may be an intelligence briefing, insist that they summarize it in 100 words or less and include a visualization. But not a complicated one, because then you’ll be forced to delegate the comprehension of it, and too much delegation is exhausting. And when you’re exhausted, you have to make more time for self care, and then some asshole takes an unflattering photo of your giant chino-clad rear-end on the 9th hole and syndicates it via the AP. So all things considered, a good shortcut might be to flee in the other direction when you see anyone approaching who may be in possession of information. But not too fast, because exercise depletes your finite life force. And never, ever down stairs.
- Do not believe what they say about the size of your fingers and the size of your, you know. This is liberal media propaganda. If you need counter-evidence, you can pay a very attractive woman to urinate on you and she will assure you that it isn’t true. Every. Single. Time.
- Most people tell little white lies now and then. Those people are unambitious and weak. If you’re going to lie your face off, constantly, why not go for broke? Tell so many lies no one can keep them straight anymore. Lie about who you are, what you’ve done, what you had for lunch. (You know it’s four gallons of Coca Cola, but as far as America is concerned, it’s a taco salad from Trump Tower with a side of Trump porterhouse and non-alcoholic Trump cabernet.) Lie for the practice, lie for the fun. Lie in 140 characters or less. Lie, lie, lie. Not everyone will believe you, but someone will, especially if you tell the same lies over and over again. And if you don’t, because you can’t possibly keep them straight, that’s okay, too. No one cares because nothing matters anymore. (That is a lie too, but if you say it loud enough for long enough, people will start to believe it.)