The thing about Trump and Vance and the rest who are riding Trump’s coattails is that they are, to use the cliched word, weird. Strange, off-kilter somehow, beating a very different drum, emitting a vibe that says, “I’ve somehow managed to live under a rock all my life, even though I’m wealthy and able to speak in complete sentences.”
Many sense something “off” about the lot of them.
Trump is a thug wannabe, and joins the rest of his cohorts in behaving like they’re all caught in a Dr. Evil tractor beam, like they’ve been deprived of something, missed important steps in their development, come under the influence of the wrong people.
It’s an essence, an aura of strangeness that raises hackles and rings alarm bells.