Donald Trump’s Outrage is Boring
His fake anger barely covers his fear, but who cares?
Gertrude Stein once said of Oakland, California ‘there’s no there, there’, a kind of ultimate insult, that now applies to Trump’s incessant complaining, lies, phony outrage, and the entire endless schtick. A lot of us just wish he would go away.
There was a building level of existential dread across the Democratic Party when Biden was our candidate. That dread was based on the fear that Trump might have it in the bag after Biden’s disastrous debate performance. But Biden’s intensely generous decision to get out of the race and endorse Kamala Harris instantly transferred that dread over to the Republican Party in a political sea change never seen before in American politics.
Boom. Just like that we changed gears and the Trump campaign has still not regained their balance, seemingly stuck in reverse and unable to recover. And, to me, a lot of this is that Trump’s role as angry champion of the little people is no longer resonating.
Sure, his hardcore MAGA crowd are hanging tough. They have morphed into a sad cult, desperately wanting to believe his baloney will win the White House again. But their numbers are shrinking and they never were enough to actually win a majority. And it looks like they are the only believers left.
