Since at least the 18th century…grotesque has come to be used as a general adjective for the strange, fantastic, ugly, incongruous, unpleasant, or disgusting, and thus is often used to describe weird shapes and distorted forms such as Halloween masks. In art, performance, and literature, however, grotesque may also refer to something that simultaneously invokes in an audience a feeling of uncomfortable bizarreness as well as sympathetic pity… WIKIPEDIA
You know, maybe Trump isn’t just some raging political monster out to destroy civilization. Maybe there is really something wrong with the bizarre billionaire beyond his severe condition of narcissism and megalomania that deserves our sympathy and pity.
Maybe, like Hugo’s Hunchback or Shelley’s Monster, underneath the unappealing surface there is really just a tormented soul looking to be loved.
For instance, when he embraces and speaks admirably of such a leader as Vladimir Putin, maybe he isn’t really being an unwitting agent for a dangerous government, but instead he is just being a scared little boy looking for a father figure to love him and comfort him.
And when he says, via his typical usage of indirect speak — “If [Hillary Clinton] gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks… Although the Second Amendment people — maybe there is, I don’t know.” — maybe he isn’t really calling on gun owners to assassinate her, but is instead acting like the shy little boy who pulls the little girl’s pigtail in class, not to be mean but to get her to notice him and to like him.