The Obituary of Donald J. Trump

In Stark Contrast to Jimmy Carter, a Life of Corruption, Cruelty, and Chaos

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Preface

With the passing of President Jimmy Carter, the world has been graced with tributes (here’s mine) to a life defined by humility, selfless service, and an unwavering commitment to justice and decency. Carter embodied the ideals of leadership: a steady moral compass, a dedication to lifting others, and a legacy that enriched the world.

It made me wonder: what would an obituary for Donald J. Trump, had he died on the same day, read like? How would history reckon with a man whose life and legacy stood as the antithesis of Carter’s—defined not by service, but by self-interest; not by dignity, but by division? Below is what such an obituary might say.

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OBITUARY

Donald J. Trump: A Legacy of Corruption, Division, and Moral Decay

Donald John Trump, the twice-impeached, thrice-indicted 45th President of the United States, died on December 29, 2024, mere weeks before he was set to be sworn in for a catastrophic second term. His death, while tragic for those still entranced by his cult of personality, offers a much-needed reprieve for a nation and world terrorized by his existence. He was 78.

Born on June 14, 1946, in Queens, New York, to Fred and Mary Trump, Donald entered the world with every advantage—wealth, connections, and a father eager to bail him out of his repeated failures. Despite these golden opportunities, Trump distinguished himself primarily as a serial bankrupt, a self-proclaimed mogul whose businesses consistently failed unless buoyed by inherited wealth or the labor of others. His most profitable ventures were branding his name and hawking snake oil to the gullible, from steaks to universities. He epitomized the American grifter, leveraging populist rhetoric while bilking his supporters at every turn.

Trump ascended to political relevance not through intellect or conviction but by amplifying the darkest instincts of a disillusioned electorate. His presidency was a four-year assault on truth, decency, and democratic norms. Under his administration, cruelty became policy, lies became routine, and the Constitution was treated with contempt. His looming second term was poised to transform the erosion of democratic norms into their wholesale destruction. His sudden absence spares the country and the world from the catastrophic consequences of what his second term would have unleashed.

His character was equally reprehensible. A man of profound pettiness and unquenchable need for validation, Trump demanded loyalty from others while offering none in return. He belittled women, mocked the disabled, insulted the grieving, and villainized the marginalized, from immigrants seeking safety to entire communities fighting for equality. He turned his social media feeds into a theater of cruelty, attacking even private citizens in late-night tirades. He peddled bigotry and division while wrapping himself in a cloak of phony Christianity, wielding a Bible he clearly had never read as a prop for his photo ops.

As a father, he was transactional; as a son, he was a disappointment. His relationships were defined by utility and exploitation, devoid of genuine affection or responsibility.

His self-proclaimed 'toughness' was a brittle façade for deep insecurity—a man so afraid of being exposed that he surrounded himself with sycophants and desperately sought to silence any critic who dared to challenge him. His “deal-making” amounted to tantrums and bluster, leaving behind a nation diplomatically isolated and domestically polarized. He alienated allies, courted despots, and left a trail of broken promises and disastrous trade policies that harmed the very workers he claimed to champion.

Historians will remember Trump not for his policies, which were largely vacuous, but for his ability to erode the moral fabric of a nation through sheer persistence of vindictive narcissism. His presidency was a carnival of incompetence and corruption, punctuated by an insurrection he incited on January 6, 2021—a date that will forever stain his name.

Post-presidency, Trump remained a thorn in his party’s side, using his influence to sow discord and demand fealty while draining resources through endless fundraising schemes. His rallies devolved into rambling diatribes, equal parts grievance and self-pity, yet his cult of personality lingered, leaving the GOP in a state of perpetual dysfunction. Globally, his passing was met with a collective exhale of relief from allies worn down by his blunders and a deep sense of loss from despots who thrived on his weakness and deference. Even in death, his name remains a byword for chaos, grift, and division.

He leaves the world poorer, more divided, and irrevocably tarnished. His name, once a gaudy hallmark of gilded mediocrity, now stands as shorthand for the exploitation of fear, lies, and national division. He departed this world as he lived in it: a hollow monument to vanity and vice.

He is survived by his cult of personality, his enablers, and a political movement that remains a cautionary tale of how fragile democracy can be when entrusted to the morally bankrupt.

He leaves behind not a legacy, but a warning—an enduring cautionary tale of the destruction wrought when a nation elevates ego over ethics, and spectacle over substance.

R.I.D. Rest in Damnation.

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