Donald Trump’s Ear

Before we address the subject itself, let’s begin by acknowledging he is, irrefutably, bald.

So his ear, it looks fine to me. We can all agree that body parts of mere mortals do not regenerate. If you are “a worm” (you’d know if you’ve ever been addressed as such), that means no ears for you, but in that case, if someone were to shoot off your tail with an automatic rifle, it might grow back. Which is why many people are saying, “Sir, you are a worm… I mean, sir, you are like a worm.”

And it makes me wonder, as I often do, whether the sobriquet “worm” has been misused, or perhaps merely evolved, as words do. No longer an insinuation that the person called worm is weak, contemptible, and cowardly, with a low moral character, it might instead suggest a certain resilience, a capacity to mend that which has been severed. In his case, an auricular appendage.

In my next post, I shall refocus my examination of this photo on the peculiar landscape of flesh and consequence that is his neck. (I’m taking one for the team.) I can’t help but wonder whether it is, perhaps, a silent symptom of karma.

Thank you for your attention to his matter.