Anybody who loves sports will get this analogy immediately. Your favorite team leaves their game in the locker room, and is down by 27 points at the half. The coach hits them with a verbal flamethrower in the locker room, and they come storming out in the second half. They get back to within 3 points, and the place is going insane. But then, they hit the wall, and end up losing by 10. That’s fatigue in it’s full glory, especially where emotion is concerned.
“Trump fatigue” is a phrase that is being heard more and more often, and with good reason. The Orange Howler Monkey is flinging so many shit balls back and forth that it’s like watching two championship ping pong players on a 20′ table. You get whiplash just trying to keep up. And as we get closer to the election, more and more people start to worry about the effects of “Trump Fatigue,” people just tuning out of the process completely out of exhaustion from all of the bullshit. And it’s a valid concern.
But there’s a yang for every yin. Since the day he trundled down his schlock gilt elevator, and into the loving embrace of a paid crowd, Trump has campaigned almost exclusively on Hitler’s pet project, “The Big Lie.” And it has mostly worked like a charm. The constant repetition of something too stupid to even be considered seriously has made his followers as docile as a herd of Herefords. I like calling them Trumpkins, because the word evokes in my mind the image of a bunch of little people in funny clothes, with curling pointy toed shoes, dancing merrily on 11/09/2016 singing, “Ding-dong, the witch is dead, the wicked witch, the witch is dead!” Trump literally could shoot somebody in the middle of 5th avenue, and if it was a supporter, they’d cast an absentee ballot from their deathbed.
But Trump has miscalculated, and badly. In order for The Big Lie to be truly successful, you have to keep hammering home one lie, over and over again until it’s accepted, and then transition into the next item on your agenda. It doesn’t matter if it’s a German voter, or an American voter, they all have two second attention spans, and the more sensational the lie, the better it sticks. Don’t confuse them!
But look what Trump has to do now. He’s got immigrant child abduction, he’s got Trump-Russia and Robert Mueller, he’s got Karen McDougle and Stormy Daniels, he’s got Paul Manafort and Michael Cohen he’s got a self inflicted trade war, and he has North Korea. And worst of all, he’s got Rudy Ghouliani trying to pitch in and help out, like a guy mucking out the stalls, hoping for a sandwich and a beer from the kitchen when he’s done.
And he’s having to spray all of this stuff around like somebody losing their chili dog over the side of a tilt-a-whirl. And the problem with so many issues to be lied about is the fact that sooner or later, one or more will bump up against reality for a supporter. “Bringing back American jobs” with tariffs against Canada, China, and the EU rings hollow to a guy who loses his job due to a slowdown in production due to the tariffs. And anybody, male or female, who has tried to cover up an affair, knows that they have never tried to get away with a line as lame as Trump is sporting right now.
Look, these people really, really want to back Trump. In their heart of hearts they already know that everybody who graduated 8th grade considers them morons. But Glorious Bleater is not on the ballot in November. And as they continue to be buffeted by the emotional gales that blow out from Hurricane Donald, at what point do they decide that watching the world championship cross stitch tournament on HGTV is a better alternative to driving over to the high school gym in November to vote?
Polls continue to show that enthusiasm and intensity are firmly in the Democrats corner. We see the November midterms as the start of a restoration of sanity and accountability, they see it as a hope of continuing the status quo. Which side would you rather be on?
Why isn’t the Orange Treasonous Terrorist Toddler exhausted?