When Man Bites Dog. Trump’s Semantic Error That’s Killing The GOP

This is a nice place to start. As we speak, Traitor Tot is in Asheville, North Carolina to speak. He’s at an indoor venue, a venue with lots of space, a stage, on which sits a dias, with multiple American flags draped behind it, Trump’s favorite prop. A rally in other words.

Except no. The Trump campaign is absolutely emphatic about that fact. Since the main topic of his remarks, though God knows where he’ll wander next, is supposed to be the economy, so the campaign is calling it a policy event. English translation: Neither the venue nor the expected crowd is large enough to qualify as a rally, and they don’t want to take a ration of sh*t from Harris and Walz.

I’d like to say that this is what Traitor Tot and his campaign have been reduced to, but that isn’t true. For nine long years now, Trump’s entire schtick has revolved around His Lowness giving his base a permission structure, remember that?, wrapped up in semantic contortions worthy of Ringling Brothers. I’ll explain.

From the day Trump first farted his way down that OSHA hazard escalator to announce his candidacy, he did one thing. He bitched. That’s all he’s ever done. But it’s the way he did it that was the secret sauce. That was the secret to Trump’s permission structure.

When Trump bitched, it was never actually him bitching. The way he phrased it, he was reminding them of everything that was wrong with their sad, pathetic lives. It was blacks, Hispanics, Jews, Muslims, gays, liberals and drag queens who were stealing their jobs, keeping them down, and corrupting their kids. You’ll note that all of these are Trump’s personal prejudices, but by planting the impressions in their soft heads, and letting them bitch and moan while he gave the impression of actually paying attention, he became their hero. After all, Trump sounded in public in front of a microphone exactly how they themselves sounded on Friday and Saturday nights at the roadhouse.

It’s never stopped. In fact, far from it. When Trump got his pasty ass kicked in 2020, he didn’t go before the cameras and bitch about losing. Instead he went in front of the cameras to tell his supporters that they had the election stolen from them. Forget the fact that none of them actually ran for anything in 2020. But Trump making his petty bitches a personal outrage to his supporters directly led to January 6th, exactly as he knew it would.

Even when El Pendejo ex Presidente had his criminal past start to catch up with him, all he did was bitch. But he did it by warping to his supporters that When they come, they’re not coming for me, they’re coming for you. I just happen to be standing in their way, and I’ll always be standing in their way. Why would the cops come after Trump’s supporters for paying off a porn star, or running a criminal boiler room disguised as a real estate empire? Who cares? His kvetches became their kvetches, and prosecutors, judges, witnesses and court staff started getting death threats.

And that’s what’s changed this time, and it won’t work out well for The Cheeto Prophet. I’m honestly not sure if Trump has just lost it at long last, or even with his considerable skills at bullsh*t, he can’t seem to find an angle he can use to convince his supporters that they personally are getting f*cked over because Biden left the race, and Harris is clobbering him? Whoever he’s running against, they’re dead meat, right? Right?!

That’s all he’s been doing for the last month. He’s bitching about Biden leaving the race, he’s bitching about Harris entering it, he’s bitching about Tim Walz, and don’t kid yourself, when he bitches about Harris’ crowd sizes, what he’s really bitching about is his crowd sizes.

And it’s getting old. Even a teenager gets sick of hearing his mother bitch constantly about cleaning his room. For most of this cycle, as Trump’s rants have gotten longer, the crowds have gotten smaller, and are leaving earlier. Even at his acceptance speech at the convention, the media showed supporters checking their watches and texting in the last hour, along with empty spaces that were full an hour before. The trick has gotten old, and the pony is lame.

The capper is a side-by-side comparison between The Boobsey Twins. If Trump in the old days was going to attack Walz’s military service, he would have personalized it to the base by starting with, For any real veterans out there, I feel sorry for you. It’s a disgrace to your service and sacrifice the way that Tim Walz talks about his time in the military. Not the Hillbilly Imbecile. He just goes ahead and whales away at Walz, then wonders why active duty personnel and veterans are firing off electronic double birds at him.

You can agree or disagree with me, that’s what the comments are for. But remember this. Long before there was a President Trump, or even a schlock reality series host, there has always been Trump the Marketer. And personalizing your opinions into the mark’s opinion is the first rule of selling.

I thank you for the privilege of your time.