Even if it’s been all bluster, even if Trump is indeed the blowhard windbag we’ve suspected all along; even if he is the cold-hearted, incompetent, narcissistic braggard with the twelve-word vocabulary and wise-ass tone of voice—even if he is the world’s biggest fake who’s knowingly misled so many—shouldn’t we resent the fact that he’s taken up so much of our time and energy?
We’ve indulged him for so long that he has become no longer harmless. For the media, Trump has been the lines on the mirror that they just can’t refuse—even as they know what’s liable to dribble from his mouth.
He is a devil on the loose, energized by holding court with his sheep, his mesmerized, entranced zombie apostles and curiosity seekers who populate his rallies. It should be obvious to just about everyone by now that he is a leech, a power-hungry stooge who knows exactly nothing about how to lead this nation.
All he knows is how to capitalize on ignorance and gullibility, fomenting chaos.
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