Mollie Hemingway does not like The Donald. Neither (above) does Uncle Sam the eagle.
Weâ€™re now in month eight or so of Trumpmania. He has a core of support, and the media canâ€™t get enough of him. The effect he has on people is fascinating. But itâ€™s also remarkably annoying. Every casual utterance by Trump leads the news cycle until the subsequent outrage. And everyone flips out. Trump flips out. His fans flip out. His enemies flip out. The media flip out.
Itâ€™s enough to make you hate everyone. In fact, it does make me hate everyone. That probably includes you. …
I admire Donald Trumpâ€™s ability to singlehandedly control national conversations, expose the media as corrupt, and generate popular support through sheer force of entertainment will. I am serious. I think heâ€™s an absolutely brilliant communicator operating at levels weâ€™ve not seen before. He is the closest thing to the physical incarnation of the Sweet Meteor of Death 2016 that some have been praying for. Oh, and as someone who truly loathes the Republican Party for its incompetence and impotence, I sometimes love that heâ€™s destroying it with such efficiency.
But heâ€™s a demagogue with no real solutions for anything at all. Heâ€™s a narcissist who takes no responsibility for the negative consequences of his ill-conceived and incoherent verbal spews. He flip-flops incessantly. He is not honest when called to account for previous things heâ€™s said. He insults individuals and groups of people gratuitously. His ideas always involve an expansion in the size and scope of government. And his blow-ups seem perfectly timed to help people in the party heâ€™s not running in.
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