Walling off and kicking out Mexican immigrants? Dehumanizing and interning Muslims citizens while forbidding their immigration? Blowing up Middle East oil fields and taking what is left? Exterminating ISIS? Making the Chinese pay? Browbeating Putin and transforming him into a wimp? Insulting and demeaning and making a laughingstock of the media? Ripping into the intellectual elite and the scientific geniuses who claim climate change as provocateurs and shamans who are holding down the economy and turning us into a third world country? Dismantling Obamacare and creating his own medical program that will insure every citizen of complete and first-rate care?
It’s a limitless agenda.
It doesn’t matter that the Donald says the same thing over and over again and none of it makes sense and half of it is bullshit with no plan, details or facts, the Donald tells them the way it is, the Donald is the real thing, the Donald has become their savior in an America that has betrayed them—the real Americans, the real fabric of a country he vows on no uncertain terms to make great again.
They are around 99% white, of course. Most of them older and appearing like they’ve never missed a meal, even if they look pissed off. Some of the younger members wear ball-caps backwards and revel in the identical mindless joy one sees on Saturday and Sunday mornings at tailgate parties before football games because the Donald’s mere presence is an “event.”
And just think how exciting and entertaining it will be day in and day out when he’s elected President? The day won’t pass when the Donald isn’t embroiled in controversy or conflict, the very marrow of our lives these days, where TV reality shows prevail and flawed morons have their say's as they engage in petty, bird-brained feuds and display to those from other more progressive and educated countries just how far we have sunk, just how stupid and benumbed we’ve become as a society, how shallow and hopeless we are in our groping for leadership and bounty.
The Donald’s prey.
The political atmosphere in America was moribund until the Donald came along. The only fun for Republicans was their infighting and collective attack on Hillary Clinton. Unlike his fellow candidates, the Donald seems to have no speech writers or aides whispering in his ear, manicuring his statements. His colossal confidence oozes from every pore, a man so sure of himself and what he has done and what he can do that his worshipers bow and chant, hungry for a Messiah.
Instead of passing through one day after another like rut-ridden drafts of humanity, blighted by the humdrum of one struggle after another, the Donald’s herd is jaunty, aroused, involved; occupied by something other than their own paltry obsessions and sour discontent, poor things. It is as if they are in love for the first time in their lives, teenagers awestruck by their first kiss and hungry to take one more, only instead they are madly in love with the Donald, who will transform their lives into an affair almost as dynamic and otherworldly as his! Imagine it.
In the coffee house, one hears: “Trump was right about Obama, he is a Muslim.”
“That preacher he listened to, in Chicago, he’s a Muslim. Trump’s right. He loves those rag-head terrorists. He’s not an American.”
In the gym, while on the bike: “Can Trump beat the Hildebeast?”
“You listen to him last night?”
“My wife won’t let me mention his name. I watch down in the basement.”
“She likes the Hildebeast!”
“Oh hell no. She and that sex degenerate stole the Whitehouse blind. They’re billionaires now. They’re liars. They lie about everything.”
Liberal Democrats keep mum, thinking, “Is this the end of the fucking world?”
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It is the middle of the most exciting time of the year—Christmas coming, NFL and college football playoffs on the near horizon—but Trump is stealing the show, and his herd is eating it up as part of a phenomenal American happening unparalleled in our political history! Imagine the glory Trump zealots feel welling up within themselves as he towers over the lackluster Republican candidates tossing pebbles at him, knowing their Donald is in the drivers seat and promising to make America great again by sheer will of personality and business acumen and a sense of never losing in the game of life.
The most popular political shows at prime hours—Mathews, O’Riley, etc—interrupted for another Trump speech/rock-fest as he serenades his minions, stoked by the big guy for something to fear, somebody to hate, lives a nightmare seeking protection and prosperity, wretches scuttling across the jagged face of the earth, Donald’s desperate herd, his prey, identifying with the king—a winner.
Cheers and bedlam.