In his mind, he doesn’t have a choice. He has to play it like he’s got a chance, has to forge ahead as if his slate is clean. He’ll always have The Base sitting at his feet. He’ll have his cronies in Congress, Fox News will have his back, and diehard Republicans will probably vote for him if he emerges as the frontrunner.
There’s the part, though, that seems so outrageous— Trump as frontrunner. He’s playing this like it’s a matter of course, like “What’s the big deal? Of course I’m running again, because I’ve done nothing but build an empire and make perfect phone calls, and I got screwed in 2020. Besides, people love me.”
He obviously is having trouble acknowledging the more sobering reality that his lifelong pursuits of money and power are showing signs of fatigue and fragility– more a pursuit of wind. And then there’s the equally sobering realization that he’s been an asshole for most of his life, and payback might be a bitch.
Our only hope is that enough people come around to see him as the shallow, incompetent blowhard that he’s always been.
How dare he insist on hanging around! He’s always been bad at shutting his mouth and knowing when to walk away, and now– finally, maybe– it’s too late for that.
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