Oh, I’m so glad that I got up this morning. No vitamin, got my daily dose of irony right from the horses ass. Coronavirus is turning Texas into Thunderdome, so where else would Emperor Numbus Nuttus go for a fund raising luncheon? Texas is full of sick people, so why not cram a bunch of them into a banquet hall for lunch, with no masks or social distancing? $25k for lunch, $50k if you want to get crammed into a photo with his fat ass, and $100k to sit at a table and listen to him suck his teeth for an hour. Oh yeah, and he doubled down on the crazy doctor lady who uses alien DNA, and demon semen to treat people. And y’all gave Charlie Sheen a ration of shit over Tiger’s Milk or whatever it was.
But into the life of every tinhorn despot a little rain must fall. A few days ago Trump stoically announced the sad passing of his Jacksonville convention. But in speaking to reporters yesterday at his briefing, Trump announced that he would be making his acceptance speech on Thursday of convention week. When pressed for details, Trump simply said they would be announced soon.
This is going to be a major problem for the campaign. Because the one thing Trump truly wants, a mass gathering with tens of thousands of drooling morons pretending the Beatles just reunited, is the one thing he can’t have. And if Trump can’t have that, then the results are predetermined. It doesn’t matter where they put him, or what he says, it’s a disaster. Behind the podium in the briefing room, the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office, or in his BVD’s in the residence, the effect is all the same. Trump is a nightmare in front of a teleprompter.
Trump is not a natural speaker, he’s a natural bully. And when you put him in a controlled setting, with a script, he fumbles and mispronounces words, and his speech has no natural rhythm. But when he goes off script, he becomes, loud, aggressive, and incoherent. The backdrop and words are unimportant, nobody is going to be energized by his acceptance speech under controlled circumstances.
I said it months ago. Trump literally torpedoed his own reelection when he let the virus deteriorate to where it made his mass rallies impossible. Trump is a shared experience, like going to a midnight run of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He tried using the daily briefings as a substitute, but without the sensory input of a crowd, even his supporters thought that they were listening to a Yoko Ono record. Without crowds, Trump just isn’t Trump anymore.
That being said, I’m actually looking forward to seeing Trump’s acceptance speech. Mostly because I’m interested in seeing what kinds of cheap stagecraft the campaign goes through to try to distract the audience from the simple fact that when all is said and done, what they’re really seeing is one ignorant old man making a fool of himself in front of a microphone. Because that’s all it really is.
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