Chances are better than 50-50 that Trump has never read Mein Kampf, or any other tome with a dictatorial essence. I’ve never been convinced that the slurry emanating from his pie hole at a rally has originated in his own brain.
When he’s reading from a teleprompter, he’s reading someone else’s venomous sludge, happy to say it out loud only because he likes the sound of it. Trump believes, or at least speaks, whatever he thinks will land and stick with his diehard and woefully misguided fans. As Rachel Maddow reiterated the other night, he says stuff and assumes a persona simply because it keeps working for him. There are still plenty of easy targets out there who keep responding to the dog whistle, and Trump is only too happy to oblige them. He’s like a fifth grader who gets egged on by his classmates.
On the other hand, have you ever listened closely to the reaction of the audience when he offers up one of his outlandish proclamations? It’s often less than whole-hearted. So, maybe there are people in attendance who just come for the spectacle, and who end up uttering, more than once, “Wait, what did he just say?”
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