When I listen to and watch clips of Trump speeches, where he sticks to the teleprompter, I almost automatically think that it’s not him I’m hearing. The big words and concepts, the rhetoric, the poison are all products of other minds, other people who are still tagging along and writing this drivel and vitriol.
Trump is a mouthpiece. It seems all he’s doing is saying the words because he thinks they have a nice ring to them, and maybe they resonate in the depths of his own depravity and anger.
We know Stephen Miller is still part of the Trump entourage, and who knows who else. Miller is a damaged individual with dark thoughts. His influence has loomed large in this whole nightmare. In some ways, Trump is just a slimy real estate guy mesmerized and intoxicated by the siren song of authoritarianism. Well versed in deception, no doubt, but caught up in something much bigger than himself. A willing sucker, a talking head, a spokesperson for the real “visionaries” around him who can get him to say just about anything.
Which doesn’t absolve Trump, a 77-year-old adolescent who’s capable of saying some pretty mindless stuff on his own.
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