When He Goes...
It Will Be Boring.
When Trump’s obituary is written, I’m not gonna go along with the “say what you will about him, he was a captivating figure who knew how to get attention, and...blah blah blah, wasn’t he a great media talent, etc, etc”
I’m going straight to: this man was a boring, petty, whiny, uninteresting pedophile, and he somehow organized all the other boring, petty, uninteresting people into a cult and got them to worship him, defend his pedophilia, and craft their personalities to his.
Humans are frail and flawed...and this was just the latest chapter of that. But it doesn’t do anything for me.
The glitz and glamour and celebrity worship parts of Trump are about as exciting as watching paint dry. He’s not “talented.” He doesn’t “speak for peoples’ frustrations.” He’s a conman who conned a bunch of unreflective, highly emotional people. It’s not that hard to do if you’re soul is rotted and you’ve never actually felt genuine human connection with anyone.
If he weren’t in office, I’d have forgotten about this little puke years ago after one his many, many, many cringy, public temper tantrums. But because I’m in politics, he happens to temporarily be an important figure in the work I do.
Within a decade, MAGA hats will start populating the bottom of dollar store bargain bins. His sycophants will attempt to cash in on whatever remaining lifeblood there will be on this failed, faux- tough guy, sad little movement. People won’t reflexively defend his crimes, his sexual assault, his pedophilia anymore, because their identities won’t be intertwined with his anymore.
He will be revealed as the remarkably small little dude he is.
I cannot wait until we have other people to focus on. People of substance. People who say or do interesting things.
Trump is, has been, and will always be a profoundly uninteresting human being.