Why trump so gets under my skin

There have been presidents (and others) whom I have disagreed with, not liked, not thought capable or good at their job, etc. But none of them rankled my rump the way Trump ... does. 

I was recently doing a centering prayer exercise - where I spend 10 minutes simply sitting quietly before God. I'd just read Romans 3:9-18, which is a collection of Psalms and prophetic words, and I felt like God opened my eyes to just why DJT makes my blood boil so...

He reminds me of the worst of who I am.

If I am honest there are times when I want to be rich, powerful, the center of attention; times I want to appear smart, connected, and be able to boss others around; times I am brash, crude, rude, deceitful, dishonest, and vain. There are shameful times I've wanted to say someone or something is "retarded" or call someone a "faggot." I know these versions of myself all to well... and I don't particularly care for myself when I realize it.

However, there are also times - quiet moments of silent prayer, or while laying in bed late at night - where deep, deep down in my heart I know that I do NOT want to be like that. I want to care, to love, to help anyone and everyone; I want to cry (and often do) because of other people's pain and heartache; to tenderly reach out and soothe the suffering of another; and... there are times when I, too, am one of these people who hurts, suffers, hopes to no end for the chance to be forgiven (again), shown grace and mercy (again), and loved in spite of my despicable self. 

There is a battle within me that sways between this "trumpish" way, and the faithful loving ways of Jesus... and I so want the latter to win out.

I actually do pray for the president, and his family. I pray that they may someday come to know the Jesus I know. Yet, I am in need of prayer myself... that I may get over this loathing I have for someone just as much in need as me.

Romans 3:9-20 (The Message) 

So where does that put us? Do we Jews get a better break than the others? Not really. Basically, all of us, whether insiders or outsiders, start out in identical conditions, which is to say that we all start out as sinners. Scripture leaves no doubt about it:

There’s nobody living right, not even one,
    nobody who knows the score, nobody alert for God.
They’ve all taken the wrong turn;
    they’ve all wandered down blind alleys.
No one’s living right;
    I can’t find a single one.
Their throats are gaping graves,
    their tongues slick as mudslides.
Every word they speak is tinged with poison.
    They open their mouths and pollute the air.
They race for the honor of sinner-of-the-year,
    litter the land with heartbreak and ruin,
Don’t know the first thing about living with others.
    They never give God the time of day.

This makes it clear, doesn’t it, that whatever is written in these Scriptures is not what God says about others but to us to whom these Scriptures were addressed in the first place! And it’s clear enough, isn’t it, that we’re sinners, every one of us, in the same sinking boat with everybody else? Our involvement with God’s revelation doesn’t put us right with God. What it does is force us to face our complicity in everyone else’s sin.