Note: I do not consider myself a liberal; I am a left-leaning Centrist, though.
Donald Trump and HIllary Clinton live in different realities. In their respective reality both are the better debater.
I have a confession to make. I…well.This is hard for me. How do I say it…? OK. Here goes.
I, uh…actually KNOW people who support Trump.
I know, I know. I’m not proud.But these are people I can’t just ditch. Like family members. Who have given me everything they could all my life. Who, ultimately, I owe everything to.
Ya dig?
Anyway, these, urm…individuals…that I know…mentioned after the first debate that they thought that Trump was way too easy on Hillary.
“"He should have gone after her more! He should have showed her what’s up.”
And a lightbulb went off.
Trump supporters don’t WANT a calm presidential debate. They don’t want facts and figures. They don’t want Clintonian wonkery, detailed discussions of policies; they don’t want rational, well-reasoned arguments and statistics that seem to point to the soundness of the candidates’ political choices.
And they don’t want heavy professional speechifyin’ of the type that Barack Obama excels at. No soaring wings of fiery rhetoric ascending to the rafters like purple flying peacocks.
What they want is entertainment.
They want to see ape-Trump throwing feces at ape-Hillary while ape-Hillary splutters about the poor children or some shit. They want vulgar mockery. They want him to destroy her facts and figures with utter nihilism and mean-spirited humor. They want to see her punished.
And that is what they got. Because Trump was PISSED OFF and he pulled out all the stops.
We can all shake our heads in collective shock when he threatens to hurl Hillary into a jail for no other reason that a faint allegation of corruption. How could he say that? What about due process, we gasp! What about the rules of civil society! How is that even a part of a debate?
But that is because we live in Hillary’s reality.
In Donald Trump’s reality strength, saving face, emerging triumphant is all that matters. Taking the other down and kicking them is a sign of strength, of virility, of masculine vitality. Only the strong survive.
And that is what Trump was doing. You thought you were watching a debate? Ha! What you were watching is Trump taking your concept of debate, wadding it up, chewing it, swallowing it, then pulling it out of his ass and hurling it at Hillary, at the poor impoverished, the poor sick, the poor women, the poor minorities, the poor Muslims and then giving them all the Middle Finger.
Hillary won the debate. Because Trump is not debating any more. Fuck that shit, he figures. Play to my strengths, he thinks.
But Trump finally gave his base what they wanted. A SHIT SHOW. An utter fuck you not only towards Hilllary but against the entire American system, the namby-pamby pussyfooting with language in order not to offend, the rule of law and civil society itself. What we witnessed was a promise, communicated clearly through body language, facial expressions and words to get rid of all that bullshit; you know, the societal stuff that stops you from just grabbing every pussy you see, from beating the shit out of someone with a different t-shirt, from not shooting the asshole who just cut you off in traffic. You saw the xenophobic, raging beast in America’s subconscious given form and substance and focused into an orange elderly guy.
To a rabid Trump supporter (not the kind who support him even though they don’t like him, but the enthusiastic followers) we might as well take our concepts of debate and who won that one and shove it up our own asses.
Sadly.
So really it is about numbers of people who support their respective realities. Are we a country of people who live in Hillary’s reality or Trump’s reality? Who outnumbers who? Because the election is what matters. If Trump wins the election, he won the debate. If not, not.
Written Oct. 24
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