The Trump train is belching black smoke, careening down the track with no engineer besides Stephen Miller and a few other hangers-on.
It’s the same dullness and darkness as eight years ago, only this time around it’s all a known quantity. And with the added knowledge of having a candidate who only wants to be President because he needs a place to hide. He needs the power of the office—to avenge, to nullify, to pardon, to run roughshod over democratic norms, and quite possibly to stay in power for the rest of his life.
The never-fading question is and would be, “How could we let him get this far—in the first place, and again?!” Apart from a few one-percenters being thrilled, there is no upside to a Trump win. None whatsoever. His faithful followers are mind-numbingly delusional, if only because they see what he is and still want him. AI Paul Harvey aside, surely they cannot believe that he is some prophet, or even a savior sent by God…
If their only reason for sticking with him is to stick it to the Libs, well, that’s all we need to know. A revenge vote, a stick-it-to-the-lousy-Communist-liberal-Democrats—without, apparently, any thought given to the implications of such nearsighted lunacy.
It’s the sheer fatigue, you know? It’s the ugly persona, the relentless drumbeat of mindless rhetoric and illogical statements and empty promises. And the intentional gullibility—either his supporters are supremely deceived, or they know exactly what they’re doing, and they just don’t care.
“A republic, if you can keep it.” Indeed, Mr. Franklin. Indeed.
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