How in the world does one heap shame on an individual who shows zero sign of shamelessness, one who seems to care little — if anything — about what others think of decisions he makes?

The answer is hidden somewhere in the weeds. I can’t find it. I’ll keep looking until I do. Donald J. Trump, of course, is the shameless individual about whom I am referring. His latest act of supreme snarkyness involves his response to the death of former FBI director Robert Mueller. “Good,” Trump said, “I’m glad he’s dead.” Let’s remember a couple of things here. No one in Trump’s family ever has worn the nation’s military uniform. Donald Trump infamously got a physician to sign off on a claim of bone spurs that kept the future POTUS out of serving during the Vietnam War. And yet … This pile of pig dookey rejoiced in the death of a man who volunteered for duty in the Marine Corps, served in Vietnam, was wounded with a rifle shot in the leg, was cited for valor many times, came home and then led the FBI as the agency was tasked with investigating the terror attack of 9/11. Trump has been vilified by Democrats and Republicans, by liberals and conservatives over his remarks about Mueller. Does it seemingly pierce what passes for his heart? Not that I can tell. Trump is a sociopath. Pure and simple. He has no moral compass. He is guided by nothing resembling an overarching philosophy. He is totally self-consumed, self-absorbed and full of self-aggrandizement. I fear the English language lacks the terminology that ever can penetrate this clown’s narcissistic shell.