You're repetitious, totally predictable. No need to waste time reading your copypaste drivel.
OF COURSE you won't let yourself believe that. Between the misshapen atrophied leaky postule that's your fragile facsimile of an ego and your faux smug meant to compensate for it, that would be the last thing you could hope to bear. Your desperate kicking-granny-in-the-shin for the attention mommy never gave your worthless ass is exactly that, and nothing more.
Thing is, I'm banking on that. Your need to prove yourself requires only a smidgen of doubt that it's barely glanced at to eat at your insides . That prompts you to try harder
and harder
and harder
and harder
and harder
and it's all for naught. AND YOU KNOW IT.
Like your messiah, Donald, you're the typical narcissist, a self loathing (and deservedly so) souless lump of necrotic tissue, devoid of an inner life, of dreams , of even basic emotion - hence your need and reason to rage. Heck, you don't even qualify as a human being.
That's why stoking your hatred is such a guilt free joy. You're not even a creature, you're thing.
Now go ahead and prove me right. I'm here to Pavlov your acrid bitterness inside.