i fell in love as a boy with a puppet show.
it attracted me for a long time
until i destroyed it.


goethe



...suggests the conscious violence of the grown child
against the exhausted, embarrassing  relics of his own childish play;
there is something in him of the iconoclast. the lines
also suggest the anger of a child who wishes to destroy 
the object that resists him, that has become too real,
that faces him with his own mystery and the mystery of objects themselves.
it recalls the child conjured by baudelaire 
in his essay "the philosophy of toys", hurling apart and breaking a doll
in order to answer his burning question, where is the soul? 
such breaking makes the doll more real, even 
if the child's quest for a soul in the doll is thwarted. such a 
destruction of the doll helps lend the child a soul.


(i was thinking of this anyway, but i thought of trump as the grown child. 
i also thought i'd like to give him a rope toy. but he has enough rope to hang himself, i reckon.)