On stage with a dozen other Republican candidates, he was a hot knife through butter. He surgically destroyed what had become a financial conglomerate created for Jeb Bush simply by referring to him, to his face, as a low-wattage light bulb. He destroyed "little Marco," "lyin' Ted," and a woman whose face, he claimed, virtually eliminated her as a candidate, for after all who would ever vote for someone that uncomely? He took on a stage full and slayed 'em all.
He started rolling his bandwagon through America by talk of building a Great Wall of China along our southern border, because Mexican rapists were pouring into the U.S. of A.--and maybe a few good ones. He claimed he'd send 11 million back, every one of them would go. He didn't say how big of a immigration force the government would have to hire, but there'd be money for sure because under his watch the rich would get more return on their investments so they could see to it that the poor get jobs, just as they have for the last two or three decades.
Some said the man's career was going up in smoke when he told America that he didn't care much for John McCain, because McCain was a prisoner of war. Personally, he said, he liked heroes who didn't spend time in the enemy's prisons because he liked winners not losers. He liked strong, like Putin, not weak like Obama.
But the McCain thing didn't hurt him a bit, and it was only the beginning.
When finally someone discovered that, in fact, he'd likely paid no taxes in the last umpteen years, he told America that kind of tax dodging proved him to be the smart man he'd always claimed he was. He made billions, he claimed, and paid no income tax, a real hero to the working class.
Some thought he'd go down when he talked about how much women love him. And how many--when he said only he knew how to treat them, when he bragged about where he liked to grab them and how he always got away with it because he had money and power and celebrity.
Didn't stop him. He just got angrier, and so did his disciples.
People wondered whether he really said what he did about end times, about the end of democracy should lyin' Hillary be elected. Once he said some of those "Second Amendment people" really ought to do something about her--and probably would, should the horror of her winning actually, God forbid, come to pass.
The apocalypse is upon us, he said last night. Darkness is descending. The end of the American dream is 24 days away unless true believers, the only patriots, unite. Otherwise, that woman will come into office and choose four pinko baby-killers as Supreme Court nominees at the same time she's admitting millions of undocumented rapists to swarm our borders and bloody our streets. Not to mention terrorists. Only he, he said a million times, can "make America great again."
The press is evil. They're despicable people, bad people, vermin, except Hannity and Fox and Friends--they're okay because they know too that "this is not simply another four-year election," as he told a crowd last night. "This is a crossroads in the history of our civilization that will determine whether or not we the people reclaim control over our government."
He's St. George, and to his loyalists the whole rest of the world is the dragon.
This election will determine whether we are a free nation or whether we have only the illusion of democracy, but are in fact controlled by a small handful of global special interests rigging the system, and our system is rigged. This is reality, you know it, they know it, I know it, and pretty much the whole world knows it. The establishment and their media enablers will control over this nation through means that are very well known. Anyone who challenges their control is deemed a sexist, a racist, a xenophobe, and morally deformed.Last night, he signed up to be their sacrifice. He wants to be their martyr. All of this he said to the clamor of his beloved, whose anger feeds on his every word and is chorused as obscenely as anything he's ever said.
It's madness. It really is.
You want reason to hope? You want something to cheer?
Listen to this.
We're belly-deep in the kind of mud it may take a whole generation to get off our boots. But here's an irony greatly worth celebrating: yesterday Donald Trump got himself put away in a drawer by an African-American woman who spoke truth with passion that came directly from the center of a mother's gracious heart. Michelle did something no one else could. With the poetry of her own injured soul, she took down Goliath.
There's cause to rejoice and always reason to hope.