To the Monster Born without a Conscience, a “Soul” is Ridiculous; To a Criminal, Honesty is Foolish.

Why Trump will cause chaos, corruption and terror in the upcoming elections and won’t care. He has everything to lose–fortune, family, power and freedom–if the elections are lawful and normal.

Steve Villano

12 minutes ago

(From Botticelli’s Map of Hell, of Dante’s Inferno; Vatican archives.)

At the beginning of Chapter 8 of his brilliant book East of Eden (1952, Viking Press, NY.) the California-born writer John Steinbeck, gave us a clear and sobering description of the “anti-human” human, the epitome of evil—terrorizing all he or she touches, by exposing in its full-frontal ugliness the absence of any soul or conscience:

“I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents. Some you can see, misshapen and horrible, with huge heads or tiny bodies; some are born with no arms, no legs, some with three arms, some with tails or mouths in odd places. They are accidents, and no one’s fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishments for concealed sins.

And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

Monsters are variations from the accepted normal to a greater or a less degree. As a child may be born without an arm, so one may be born without kindness or the potential of conscience…To a man born without a conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish.

You must never forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”

Steinbeck wrote that six years after Donald Trump was born, written to describe one of the most monstrous characters he’s ever created in all of his books.

It was not intended to describe Trump, but over time, Trump has morphed into Steinbeck’s soul-less and conscience-less Monster, who cannot abide by normality, or the rules, or the law, since, to do so, forces him to face his own abject deformity and culpability.

It’s why Trump will do everything he can to cheat, corrupt, corrode, undermine, disrupt, and cause chaos in the upcoming Elections, just three weeks away. And he won’t care what people think or say about it, what columnists write, or what television and social media say. It doesn’t matter to him; he is immune from shame or conscience or normal notions like duty or the law, or devotion to a greater good. To Trump, there is no greater good than his own. That’s why he will do everything in his power to disrupt the November elections, and knowingly send his use of illegal force and seizure of ballots into Court for months. If he can illegally chop down 400 mature trees on federal land—in direct violation of a court order not to—he will surely try to steal this election, destroy ballots, or make them disappear like immigrants dragooned off by ICE.

To do otherwise, to allow the elections to take place normally, legally, and without interference, or terrorism, would open a huge Florida-sized sinkhole in the earth, entirely exposing the Monster and all of his monstrous lies and frauds and thefts and rapes and hatred. And like Botticelli’s depiction of the “Map of Hell” Trump and his entourage will be sucked down into the firey swamp they created, which will devour them forever. The amoral Monster, who has faked and cheated his way through 80 years of life, will do things “normal” people of conscience are not capable of contemplating, in order to avoid the fate of consequences for actions.

Seven hundred years ago, Dante wrote about such crimes against humanity and decency, and for hundreds of years later great artists like Botticelli depicted what some of the most horrible punishments, and personal consequences, would look like. They are maccabre scenes which exceed anything seen in modern horror films, that make non-Monsters blink, but Monsters, like Trump, don’t even blanche.

None of it matters to Trump; he just doesn’t care. He didn’t read Dante, nor look at the vast collection of Dante-inspired Vatican art, nor read the Bible, any bible, or Steinbeck, or anything but his bank account, which has increased some $2.2 billion since his second term began. It is the purpose for his existence. He (and his sons) accumulated such obscene wealth through theft of public funds, and fraud; rigging the markets, illegally boosting their own stock, and steering multi-million dollar government contracts to companies in which The Trump Sons were major investors. Some of those companies made millions by war profiteering, making prolonging the wars in Iran and the Ukraine, good for the Trump Family business.

All the national polls may show the Trump Monster’s microscopic approval rating sinking more each day, and the flashing “normal” political signs of danger for an incumbent President of a sweep of both Houses of Congress by the opposition party, with the power to investigate and subpoena and hold the Monster’s minions in contempt finally being exercised. To the Monster, immune from conscience or soul or decency, none of that mattes.

The Democrats may be poised to win US Senate Seats in Texas, Ohio, Iowa, Kansas, Maine, New Hampshire, Alaska, Georgia, Florida and North & South Carolina, but none of that matters to the Monster without a conscience or soul, and the criminal without any shred of honesty. He will continue to eat everything in front of him, including human beings, or laws, or “precedents,” or “traditions” they way he ate evidence of his sex crimes, and multiple financial frauds, and business and policy failures.

Tsk-Tskers will shake their heads, and mutter, “Is there no Bottom?” or “Have you no decency?” or “Have you no regard for Democracy?”, and the answer to all of those pleadings is, and has always been the same. NO.

The Monster has none of that, nor will ever develop it, even if forced to, because as Steinbeck wrote, “to a Monster, the “norm” is monstrous.” Expect the worst disruptions and chaos and criminality on Election Day. It’s all the Monster knows how to do; it’s all he’s ever done.

The only question is, what will we do about it, and how quickly? Will we only mourn the 400 fully grown trees after they’ve been chopped down? Will there be consequences? Will our own consciences and souls render us ridiculous? Will our honesty force us to play the fools once again?

The Monster melts when doused with a bucket of normalcy, rules, restraints, the law, and consequences. Do we have the courage to confront him, remembering, as Steinbeck instructed us, that “the Monster is only a variation.”

Do we have the moral strength to hold the Monster accountable for his actions? We’re about to see if the Monster wins, or, if we do.

The GOP Glorified Its’Perfect Speaker for the House and for Their Party. Two Decades Later, It Became Their Model for Deifying A President.

Dennis Hastert, former Wrestling Coach, longest-tenured GOP House Speaker and jailed “Serial Child Molester,” was perfect for the GOP. The Gang of Pedophiles is still playing dumb to sex crimes

Steve Villano

10 minutes ago

The longest-tenured GOP House Speaker in US History, Dennis Hastert, pictured 50 years ago, in 1976, after the Yorkville, Illinois Boys Wrestling Team, which he coached, won the State title. Hastert served as the GOP’s Speaker of the House of Representatives from 1999-2007.

Less than 10 years later—in June, 2016, when accused sex offender Donald Trump was on his way to becoming the GOP candidate for President— Hastert began serving time in prison for being a “serial child molester,” for having sex with some of the boys on his wrestling team. One team member molested by Hastert, the equipment manager Steve Reinboldt—whom Hastert credited with being his “right hand man” on the championship team—died of AIDS in 1995—four years before Hastert was sworn in as Speaker of the House.

Dennis Hastert lived 31 years after Steve Reinboldt’s death, to the age of 85. The one time GOP Hero of the House died this week, the same week that Donald Trump said he “felt bad” for the seven Cornell University male students accused of raping a female student, in a case that languished for years.

Allegations of sexual molestation of women & children against Donald Trump—the kind of charges which sent Dennis Hastert to jail— date back decades, and have never been fully investigated. Trump’s name appeared thousands of times in the Epstein Files, before it was systematically redacted by the FBI under the direction of FBI Director Todd Blanche, Trump’s former personal attorney.

Blanche, who interviewed Jeffrey Epstein’s accomplice and convicted serial sex offender and child sex trafficker Ghislaine Maxwell in prison, and subsequently oversaw her transfer to a cushy, lower-security prison camp—against the rules of the Federal Bureau of Prisons—unsuccessfully defended Trump against sexual harrassment and rape charges brought against him by New York journalist E. Jean Carroll in two separate trials. Trump was found guilty in both trials, and was ordered to pay Carroll over $90 million in damages. Those judgements were upheld by the US Supreme Court on two occasions earlier during 2026. Trump’s involvement in crimes against women and young, underage girls, contained in the Epstein Report, have still not been released almost two years after he was re-elected President on a promise to “release the Epstein Files.”

In addition to the death of Dennis Hastert this week, Simon Andriesz, a whistle-blower who exposed ties between Jeffrey Epstein and Trump confidant and Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick, was reported to have died by suicide—one in a string of “suicides” swirling around the Epstein files.

In July of this year, Daniel Siad, a former modeling scout linked to convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein was found dead in his home in a suburb north of Paris. Four years earlier, in 2022, Jean Luc Brunel, who headed a French modeling agency that worked with Epstein & Maxwell, was found hanged inside a Paris prison cell while awaiting trial in a sex trafficking case connected to Epstein.

Jeffrey Epstein himself at the age of 66 years old, was found hanging inside his New York City jail cell at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in August, 2019, in what prison officials considered a suicide, despite Epstein’s brother, Mark, believing that Epstein was murdered.

Two months later, in November, 2019, Thomas Bowers, the head of the Deutsche Bank wealth management group, which helped finance the Epstein operation, was found hanged inside his California home.

The following year in 2020, Epstein’s last cell mate, Efrain Reyes, 51 years old, was reported to have died of COVID, just weeks after talking with federal investigators looking into Jeffrey Epstein’s death. Reyes was transferred out of Epstein’s cell one-day before Epstein’s death.

And , Virginia Giuffre Roberts, the author of “Nobody’s Girl,”(2025) and the primary accuser, who gave sworn testimony in court about the years of sex crimes of both Jeffrey Epstein and his accomplice Ghislaine Maxwell, resulting in Maxwell’s conviction and imprisonment, was found dead of an apparent suicide in April, 2025—three months after Donald Trump was inaugurated for the second time as President of the United States.

Rest in peace, Dennis Hastert, but only after you’ve paid for your sins for eternity.

When A Part of You Dies.

A North Babylon High School friend of mine died this week, shortening our September and our breath, as our days, and our lives, grew darker.

Steve Villano

18 minutes ago

(Photo by Steve Villano, Doran Beach, Bodega Bay, CA., September, 2026, taken on the day after I learned of Bob Conboy’s death.)

Only the ocean heard me scream;

Only the gulls jumped away.

Empty steps up to a sun-kissed chair,

Where he sat, and laughed, in earlier days.

Not this beach, not that chair,

Over sands swept out by time;

I pictured my friend sitting there,

Enjoying his youth, as I mourned mine.

I, observing;

Him, embracing;

Looking at,

Or, living life.

Our easy smiles,

His ebullience,

Separate ways of handling strife.

I watched him play with his dog,

While he… played with the dog.

I kept to myself, on my own shelf,

Extrovert/introvert, often fearful

Of getting hurt.

He, fearless of friends,

And of the mess they brought, the dirt.

He believed in God, and goodness;

Mine had to endure my wrath, and all the time I spent alone.

He acted on his compassion to others,

Knowing that here, in this world, kind work had to be our own.

I observed who and where I was, pushing it away,

To find a different path, give myself a shove;

He embraced who and where he was,

Finding his journey, like Assisi’s, in everyday acts of love.

(From the Class of 1967, North Babylon High School Year Book, edited by Jan Hickman. Voted as the three students who did most for “NB”: from right to left, Bob Conboy, Jan Hickman, and me.)

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