Style over substance. Bluster over restrained silence, boasting over humility. These are what move people, impress people? Speaking before thinking. Audible stupidity.
Of course I’m talking about Donald Trump. He has always been the unwelcome outlier, the pretender, the one who somehow elbows his way into a conversation and then doesn’t say anything, except all the quiet parts outloud.
If he is what makes for excitement and “something different,” then for all who still think this, who still think he’s funny and just trying to yank our chain, there’s still time to reassess. Because his antics and rhetoric are far from harmless. He’s just the tip of a jagged iceberg, the bulk of which is below the surface, out of sight, in the shadows. Trump is a mere talking head, in love with notoriety and power, reading someone else’s poison off a teleprompter.
Get him off-script and he just wanders aimlessly, because that’s all he’s capable of.