I didn’t think it could be done, but Rory Sutherland, in the Spectator, makes (sort of) a case for supporting Trump.
Iâ€™m not sure about my prefrontal cortex, but if I were American, my amygdala would vote for Donald. Because, in primatological terms, Trump is a beta maleâ€™s idea of what an alpha male should be. Trump does what most normal people imagine they would do if they had a billion dollars: he enjoys it. He buys a plane with his name on it and flies around mouthing off. It reminds me of visiting Texas, where I realised that Texans were exactly what my Welsh farming relatives would have become if theyâ€™d had oil instead of sheep.
Heâ€™s also unapologetically American â€” one of your own. Somehow we like our leaders to magnify the flaws of the cultures they represent. Itâ€™s why Britain is led by a slightly vague but amiable posh bloke, France is run by a man who visits his mistress on a moped and Germany is run by Rosa Klebb. This â€˜vote your national stereo-typeâ€™ thing is definitely a trend. And I havenâ€™t even mentioned Russia because I often drink tea in hotels.
Trump could only be American. And much as elite opinion despises his banausic tribe, America really would not be America without them. The country owes its success to the fact that, for a few hundred years, it became the natural homeland for the worldâ€™s overconfident loudmouths, blowhards, wiseacres and minor assholes. It didnâ€™t get rich through agonising about safe spaces and the gender assignment of bathrooms. It got rich because of people called Vinnie building things.
Read the whole thing.
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