It’s a little over three months until the big day for the little man, i.e., November 3 and this turnout in Tampa is not something that I would view as a harbinger of success for Donald Trump. In truth, I have catered bridal showers in back yards that were bigger.
Trump was there to acknowledge the support of Florida sheriffs. His blather is not worth repeating. It’s another variation on the same theme that no matter how bad things are now, they will be ten times worse with Joe Biden in the White House. Here’s a good synopsis.
Trump 2016: Things are bad, vote for me so I can fix them
Trump 2020: Things are even worse, vote for me or else things will get much much worse
— Sarah Cooper (@sarahcpr) July 29, 2020
Trump did make one comment that I found interesting, though. “There will be no safety, no security, no peace, no justice, no one to protect you and no one to defend the American way of life. People like the ones standing behind me will not be considered prime time. With me, they’re considered prime time.”
I find this a valuable insight into Trump’s psyche. First, the fear mongering and then his slip into show biz vernacular. His greatest fear is not no safety, no peace, etc. Those are not his issues. He’s got enough money to insulate himself from those concerns. His only issue is being relegated to obscurity, not being prime time. Trump projects more than an IMAX theater. All he’s trying to do is stay in prime time. Please oh please MAGAts of all ages, don’t exile him to an occasional call-in to Hannity or Limbaugh, or Drudge, assuming the two of them are even speaking on November 4.
Trump is terrified and so he’s projecting the horror of what will befall him on November 4 by translating it onto the horror he hopes he’s convincing you will occur when Joe Biden takes over. The real horror that he’s trying to avoid is the fate that awaits him, when he’s alone at night, walking the parapets of his own personal Elsinore, and nobody cares what he has to say. When he can’t pull the emotional triggers anymore. When everybody has seen his act, grown tired of it, and moved on to something else.
After their two terms were complete, Bill Clinton started a foundation, George W. Bush went home and painted a picture of his dog, and Barack Obama got an Oscar. None of that awaits Donald Trump. He’s a third rate fringe performer with the ego of an Olivier, and none of the talent to justify that level of lionization. But despite that, miraculously, he made it all happen. He got a part where he’s in front of the cameras every single day. And now they want to cancel him. Interesting that the phrase “cancel culture” wafted it’s way into the vernacular, isn’t it?
All of our living presidents are venerated as statesmen. They’re members of a very small and elite club. Trump will never be a part of this club, because although he was elected a president, he never was a president. He lacked the humility and love of the work to be a real president. Do you recall the letter that George H.W. Bush wrote to Bill Clinton?
On November 3 a decision will be made, one that Trump can’t buy his way out of, and he will lose. But unlike Jimmy Carter, and unlike George H.W. Bush, Trump doesn’t have the mettle or the honor to acknowledge the will of the people and accept defeat with grace and dignity. The man has no decency, let alone class.
He’ll slink back to Mar-a-Lago and if he talks about the 2020 election at all, it will be about how it was really his but it was fraudulently stolen. He’ll convince himself of this and he won’t know or care if he convinces anyone else. He never has.
And he knows this will be his fate, that he’ll be called out, once again, as a fraud, but this time there’s nobody to pay off and nowhere up to fall. He got to the highest place that any American public servant can possibly achieve, a dream that many far better people than Trump have aspired to and sought and fallen short of attaining. The others had enough going on to regroup and do other things. But for a fall of this stature from a place so high, for one such as him, there is no redemption. He’s not a Carter or a Bush Sr. or even a Nixon, who found distinction and grudging respect in his later years for his grasp of foreign policy. None of that is in the cards for Trump. He’s a showman playacting an American president and destroying our institutions in the process. That’s why he’s so hated and feared and deep down, he knows it.
He can’t handle what’s coming, as Carter and Bush Sr. did, when they got the same hints of their fate that Trump is getting now. That’s why he’s sending troops anywhere he can send them and ginning up terror. He’s got to save himself from cancellation the only way he knows how, by selling this desperate fiction of an America out of control and himself as the law and order president, who’s going to save us all. So that he can stay in prime time. Because the alternative is too grim to bear for him.
Trump is truly his own worst enemy. If, at any point, he could have been a friend to himself and taken stock of his situation and realized how horrendously out of his depth he was, he might have saved himself. He might have taken the advice of experts. But his ego wouldn’t allow it. And so, just like in a Greek tragedy, character will determine fate. And Trump’s complete lack of character is now determining his, as unfortunately, it always has.
The true tragedy here is that the stakes are much higher than just the faux billionaire’s fortunes. The fortunes of America and of western civilization are impacted. Many have lost their lives, much havoc has been wreaked and there will be more tears and bloodshed before this awful chapter concludes and we turn a new page in our history. But at least we’re on the down slope now and can see the end of Trump coming. And so can he.