The language uttered, the vehemence and frustration boiling over—these are the by-products of Trump 2.0. Coarse, guttural, raw emotion. Trump has given all of us permission to be some worse version of ourselves. He brings it out in us.
The trouble is that he enjoys this. He loves seeing people lose their cool. He chalks it up as a victory, somehow. It’s what he lives for—besides stealing undeserved honors and making people pay ridiculous sums in obeisance or to grease the skids. He doesn’t know much, but he knows at least three words in Latin: quid pro quo.
FIFA manufactures a sham peace prize just for him, figuring it will serve as a binky, I guess. The actual winner of the Noble (sic) Peace Prize acknowledges that she’s OK with sharing the honor, so the Nobel Committee has to spell out that such a thing is neither allowed nor proper.
Hey America! Are we bursting with pride yet? MAGA, are you seeing this, taking it all in?
You’d probably vote for him again, wouldn’t you?
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