The myth of Midas in Greek Mythology is a perfect play of tragedy, born from a singular wish; to turn everything into gold, until King Midas touching his own daughter, killing her, and turning her into gold.
Trump's self exaggerations of the golden touch brings laughable grimness to the land of democracy; as even as everything he touches turns to shit, in Trump's little narcissticly diseased mind, that shit will be gold.
Unfortunately that shit will be a reality to those who have carved a golden calf from his droppings. The looming possibility of healthcare costs ballooning by 50% under this new act of carving the former pharaoh's face from the hall of kings, will bring grief, to those who voted for Trump, yes, even as they turn their noses up to Obamacare, or ACA, they will find themselves paying higher, and higher, and higher premiums; to whit, an A-lister in the demonic hall of moral decay, will be attending and cheering on the scavenger beast from Queens, as he pillages and rapes the landscape of this country, bringing more poverty, and more discord, war, and strife, all the while calling it manna from heaven.
Manna from heaven, and what in the hell makes those who have running clean water, electricity, roads, and generally peaceful hills, dales and glens think they deserve more?
When eight men earn more than one third the population of the entire earth, the landscape for upheaval, war, and revolution roils and rolls like molten lava on the face of a volcano's sides. The awesome advent of destruction, is very real, and while sane and faithful push back against the tide of human misery, that bellwether warning of bad tidings rings low, and breaks the sensitive crystal sensibilities of the realists.
The realists know that this land of democracy has built a glass house on the labor of the slave, the disenfranchised, the foreigner, the poor, the refugee. Those that flee for a better life, find themselves trapped in the miasma of societal strife; that everlasting hypocrisy of MINE, not YOURS, continues to bleed the good fellowship of the worst animal ever created by whatever creator you might see; MAN.
Never has a natural fit gone so wrong, so mutant, so diabolical, and while the shame of past sins, caused the human head to hang upon the chest, Now is the time for such acts of inhumane disregard, to be celebrated; yes, even turned to gold.
Gold contains arsenic, a deadly compound to the human heart, one that can stop the breath, given enough draughts.
Beware the Midas touch, ye may find the all conquering worm, as the only friend left.