I almost believe I can explain his existence, , ,

How many different ways can we say it? How many times do we have to say it? It has now become the question of the century for America.

How did a totally flawed individual named Trump, with so many disfigurements of his human character, mind, and soul ever reach such a level of acceptance by so many people? 

Svengali is someone I think Trump resembles as a character in the novel "Trilby" which was first published in 1894 by George du Maurier. Svengali is a Jewish man who seduces, dominates and exploits Trilby, a young half--Irish girl, and makes her into a famous singer by using hypnosis. Unable to perform without Svengali's help, Trilby becomes entranced by a spell cast by Svengali. 

He is continually filthy and yet still clean enough to suit his own kind. George Orwell (author of book "1984) wrote that Svengali, who while more clever than the Englishmen, is evil, effeminate, and physically repugnant, was a "sinister caricature of the traditional type." 

Svengali would either fawn or bully, and could be grossly impertinent. He had one kind of cynical humor, which was more offensive than amusing, and always laughed at the wrong thing, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and always derisive, and full of malice and  untruthfulness.

In the end, Svengali dies. Trilby dies a few hours after. The presumption is that a mind-controlled victim cannot survive without the "puppet master."

Such is the way of Trump as the sinister puppet master and the MAGA horde as the puppets. He is an enigma of our society and a lone tree standing on a hillside, believing he was left there for an excellent reason. . . and blind to his own stupidity.

It all is, in my mind, the only answer I can live with for now.