By David Glenn Cox
It is a clear case of the psychological cheese, sliding off the cracker. Leaving a dry and salty cracker hard to swallow and unpalatable. It was probably one of the few campaign rallies ever held to bolster the opposition. Der Fuhrer angered over the raid on his Mar-A-Lego Twumper bunker and was all in a rage and fit to be tied. He’s fighting for his life in a cage match. Two go in, but only one comes out.
He’s cornered and he knows it. So, he takes over the Pennsylvania campaign rally for what’s his name and Tweedle Dum. And makes it a Twump rally, but not just any Twump rally. The barn burner of all Twump rallies, heavy on the incendiary, inciting in its tone. He’s down to bare knuckles now. “If you come after me, I’ll start so much shit, you wouldn’t believe it.”
Drugs, everyone is on drugs. Hillary should be in jail! (Lock her up!) All your favorites, along with new themes added daily. The FBI is a tool of the radical left! They even searched my boy’s bedroom! Oh, the outrage. Ginning these people up for? Campaign rallies are funny things as the crowd is partisan to begin with and can take on a group psychosis all its own, owing to our simian roots.
A dying man trying to extract his outrage from the crowd. ”Look what they are doing to me, and you should get very angry! Rise my army of morons and make trouble in your local community.” Sowing salt in the fields to make them all go away with the poison pill. “I’ll take these morons down with me! I’ll do it! I have no shame! I’ll have them so screwed up, they won’t know dark from light or day from night.” It’s easy to gin them up, but for what?
“I’ll convince them that the good guys are the bad guys and you’ll never be able to fix them. They will go to their graves worshipping those same people who ruined their lives. I will implode this Party and undermine its faith in democracy.” He’s crazy as of right now. He should be reaching for his dark sunglasses any minute now. “They’re coming my children! They are coming to get us all! It’s time to drink the Kool aide children.”
Everyone is in on it, from the cop on the beat right up to the Attorney General. They’re all in on it! They all know about it, and they are laughing at you! Joe Biden dropped a twenty-dollar bill in front of a speeding bus. Knowing that it was irresistible fodder to Donald Twump.
Twump watched Joe Biden’s speech and seethed with rage at every word. Sun Tzu once said, “if your opponent possesses an irritable temper, irritate him.” Make him make mistakes of anger. Put a little gas in him and see how far he runs on it.
The very last word the Republican Party wants to hear right now is Twump. (offer not valid in Tenn, AL or MS) They want to talk about what Joe Biden did or didn’t do. Talk about crime, but not that kind. CRIME! INFLATION! BORDERS all JOE BIDEN’S fault! And if you elect us Republicans, we will solve inflation with tax cuts for the rich, corporate giveaways and by cutting school budgets. Loosening environmental regulations eliminating public library’s and stamping out dirty books.
Twump is a large fart during a moment of silence for Republicans, not pleasant and not helpful. He is running against everyone and is going to ruin everything, the cops the Justice Department, Republicans, Democrats, everyone is the enemy. Twump against the world, and so then it comes out. He praises Xi and Putin, never mind their human rights record. Never mind that they are the antithesis of everything that is American. He praises them! He loves them!
“Boy, I wish I was King. Then I could do whatever I wanted to do, and nobody could ask any questions. I mean if I were King. Then I could be like my heroes. Anybody who bugs me disappears or gets poisoned. I mean if I were King.” An open-faced fascism sandwich.
That sound you heard was the sound of psychological cheese, slipping from the cracker and hitting the floor. You cannot reach him now. In his rage, he shape-shifts and the inside becomes the outside. And Sybil wants you to meet someone new. Der Fuhrer is now beyond, just the former President. Now the unquestioned leader of the world, in the small world of campaign rallies. Where the crowds are always partisan to begin with.
But Kane is defeated and must return to Mar-A-Lego to ruminate on all the world has done wrong to him. Quite literally, watching the crack up as Der Fuhrer rages at the machine as it sucks him down. “I’m ready for my close up, Mister Deville,” in real life. As the Republican Party floats face down in the pool. They must pay homage to him and genuflect to him when he walks by while secretly, they hate him.
He was God but now, God is in the way.
The cult leader sees the end of the road and attempts to do what cult leaders have always done in all times passed. Destroy all the infrastructure, drink the Kool aide, and leave nothing for the enemy. Leave the people nothing, they have failed the cult leader and so, they don’t deserve survival.
The Real Donald Twump is a would-be authoritarian dictator who would like nothing more than the absolute power of life and death over every person in America. To rule in a Thugocracy, a 21st Century Schizoid Man. The new Feudalism of Billionaire Boys Club rule. The antichrist exposes himself to the crowd and the suckers fall to their knees to worship him. A complete psychological meltdown live and in living color. How far to Jerusalem? How soon the comet? How far out the crazy. How deep the madness of the seas?
“The majority of men prefer delusion to truth. It soothes. It is easy to grasp. Above all, it fits more snugly than the truth into a universe of false appearances—of complex and irrational phenomena, defectively grasped. But though an idea that is true is thus not likely to prevail, an idea that is attacked enjoys a great advantage. The evidence behind it is now supported by sympathy, the sporting instinct, sentimentality—and sentimentality is as powerful as an army with banners. One never hears of a martyr in history whose notions are seriously disputed today. The forgotten ideas are those of the men who put them forward soberly and quietly, hoping fatuously that they would conquer by the force of their truth; these are the ideas that we now struggle to rediscover.”
― H.L. Mencken