If Scams, Malice and Demagoguery Work, Why Pull the Plug?
No force within Trump's moated faulty towers outmuscles this knockout punch: dominance after high risk, magnified when worldly success confirms his matchless instincts. Like any self-promoted genius, this loose-lipped PT Barnum glories when chagrined losers are brought low by his game-winning grand slams. Because ordinary odds don't apply to masters of the universe, Trump's ultimate scam is promoting his own epic heroism, itching for the crown that confirms his merited destiny.
"If it ain't broke, why fix it?" says the buoyant GOP victor. Why deviate from a juggernaut working against total mediocrities? Who doubts the Donald thinks the presidency is in the bag? If the incensed hoi polloi want magic, carnival tricks and sensationalism, DJT won't sabotage the game when the sucker's about to hand over cash. Imagine the devastating farce were Trump to turn policy wonk, detailing how thousand-mile walls get built, let alone close down foreign immigration, how presidents magically create top jobs, or how any genius exiles more undocumented workers than populate Ohio or Georgia?
Befuddled primary fans would rush for the exits were verifiable facts sliced into the huckster's mirage? Does not Trump's core entertainment ploy demand ever more outlandish bellowing? In short, the worst is yet to come so let's take Trumpery to its "logical" ends. Let's try to understand Trumpism by imagining his first State of the Union:
President Trump Addresses Congress:
"In my first week, President Trump will show the world my super-power creds by executing the ever-reliable Trump Unpredictability Principle (TUP) -- say, a hundred big drones crushing some especially annoying, terrorist haven. No, not in England or France as we own too much land there. I can't tell you which one now 'cause that would be telegraphing the punch. But trust me, this Trump punch will rewrite all shock and awe records-- plus banish any fiction I'm just a pretty, red face. That includes scarifying weakling allies dissing me as merely a stupid racist who hates foreigners. Those who know me realize I am so much more. Some of my best friends . . . oh, forget it.
"Really, America got great by crushing weaklings, showing what it means to be great. Believe me, the world is no more complex than my heavyweight wrestling matches: there's a dominant winner who wins the big prize, sending the shamed loser home. Our president commander-in-chief, by the way, just gives order, and trust me: the military will do my bidding or "You're fired" will resound across the Pentagon. And you bet then I'll look as presidential as hell, better than both Bushes put together. Like our great, misunderstood war hero, George Patton, by the way not once imprisoned by any enemy, this administration will take care of all menaces far and wide, hitting them with all we've got, even nukes, then clean up any loose ends after total surrender. No tougher hombre, anywhere, anytime, will match my opening ka-boom.
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