Now that the general election is virtually underway, not a
day goes by without some new bombshell. Some of them fired by Trump, like when
he does his passive/aggressive “people are saying” routine by bringing up Vince
Foster. And it works. It works because the media chews on how insane it is. But
they talk about it. Which is why it works.
Although most of the on-air talk lately revolves around
Trump and his travelling reality show – The Daily Contradiction. He
contradicted himself once on climate change, twice on guns in schools -- in the
same sentence. He’s being challenged on his alleged $1 million contribution to
veterans, his refusal to release his tax returns, his flip-flopping on self-funding.
The accusations were dead on, backed up by facts and research, and delivered with
an air of finality, like a final checkmate move in which one’s opponent has no
choice but to topple his king and admit defeat. And that might be true, if this
were a chess game. But it’s not. It’s a street fight. And only Trump knows
that, which is why he can’t be hurt by any conventional political weapons, like
facts.
Contradictions bounce off the man like bricks off Superman.
He doesn’t give a crap about hypocrisy. Accuse him of lying, he’ll call you a
liar for accusing him. Attack the attacker. Just like Scientology. Or he’ll strike back on Twitter, and you
can’t beat him on Twitter. There’s no judge on Twitter. No ref. No fact-checkers.
And he’s not visible, which means he’s
not vulnerable. Or he’ll call in to some friendly morning show to offer a
one-sided rebuttal, where, in most cases, he won’t be challenged because the
shows fear losing access.
You can’t expose Trump’s beliefs because he has no beliefs. Shit
flows out of his mouth on an ad hoc basis, crafted to rile up the crowd. And it
works, because they don’t know what he’s saying, they just love the way he says
it. If he says to boo journalists, they boo. If he said to applaud them, they’d
applaud. He’s a clown, pulling streams of colored handkerchiefs out of his
sleeve at a children’s party. And the children are delighted. Their love for
this guy isn’t rational. It’s emotional. Trump promises change, but has no
ability to deliver it, nor any core philosophy to base it on. He treats the
electorate like woman he’s trying to talk into bed. “It’s going to be
fantastic!” “You’re gonna be so happy! “You’ll have so many orgasms it’ll make
your head spin.“
The Trump train is running on smoke, mirrors, and bullshit, His
rallies are partisan love fests. And the convention in Cleveland will have all
the gravitas of halftime at the Super Bowl. It’s not a campaign. It’s a show. And
the only way to reveal the inner workings of a show is to lift back the curtain.
And that won’t happen until the debates, where he’ll be naked and exposed, and
can be hit in his Achilles heel – his stupidity.
Trump is stupid. Yes, he’s rich, and clever and shrewd and
ruthless. But he’s stupid. A dunce. An imbecile. An ignoramus. That’s why he
claims to be so smart. You know who goes around saying, “I’m smart?” Stupid
people who don’t want to get found out. Who else would proudly say, “I love the
poorly educated!” He claims to have an amazing vocabulary yet speaks in simple
sentences. Noun, verb, superlative. “My bank account is huge!” “My rallies are
fantastic!” He’s also a flagrant liar. He’s not a clever, debating team liar
like Cruz, who hides his lies inside careful language. Trump is the guy who’s
caught in bed with another woman by his wife, and denies it with a “who you
gonna believe, me or your lyin’ eyes?” Protestors in Jersey City after 9/11?
Absolutely. Climate change a Chinese plot? Why the hell not. He can say all
this shit now, then just double down on the lie, and wait for the news cycle to
run to the next shiny object.
But that act won’t fly on a debate stage. Unless he makes up
some outrageous excuse to duck them, he’ll have to go head-to-head against Hillary,
and face questions by real moderators who won’t let him slide. And this will be
the game change. He’ll have to give substantive answers to real questions, and
follow-up questions. He’ll have to go head to head with someone who has
knowledge, facts and experience on her side.
If she’s smart, which she is, that’s where she will take him
apart, and then take him down. He can yell Benghazi, and Vince Foster, and
Monica until he turns whatever color he turns next when he’s pissed off. It
just won’t fly. This will bring out all his insecurities and he’ll get mean and
implode. He’ll be embarrassed on national TV, by a woman, his worst nightmare.
This will make him look weak and lose face. And then, his supporters will lose
faith.
For the moment, the media can have a field day exposing his
lies and contradictions, but they won’t land. Right now, he’s invulnerable
which, to his supporters, makes him look like Superman. But the debates should
be his Kryptonite.
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