MAGA fools

 Even now that it seems possible that Trump will leave office when his term is up, a certain puzzlement persists. How is it that the President convinced wearers of the MAGA hat that true is false, evil is good, losing is winning, smart is stupid, bullies are heroes, and only chumps do the decent thing? There are a lot of these mad hatters. Can they all be morons? Or has he bewitched them with his squinty little eyes and his twitchy little hands and his nasty little smile?

I was taken in just one time, when he said “Sleepy Joe” Biden was senile. It seemed plausible. Other people chimed in to support the claim. I think a lot of Democrats got an anxious little frisson. I did. “He’d better choose a good V.P.,” everyone said. But then Biden, despite his stutter, demonstrated that he could speak in full sentences, and we realized we’d been had.

So, what happened? Perhaps endemic ageism. And something else: Trump created an ethos where sweetness equals weakness. If you aren’t a wrecking ball, there’s something wrong with you. But my feeling is, Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. So shame on all the people who keep falling for this horseshit.


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