He still holds rallies. Mid-term. But how can they laugh? How can they listen to the drivel and filth and then applaud?
I guess they’re the 30 percent, or whatever the number is. They’re the sifted diehards, the religious lunatics still standing and clinging, still feeding the beast; the ones who love sticking it to the libs and somehow manage to believe that Donald Trump is a man of God.
They will vote as if he is on the ballot, because he told them to, and because deep-down his views on immigrants and guns and money resonate with their own. But they are only 30 percent.
This time around, maybe the other 70 will finally say No. Even in the gerrymandered red districts.
