You know, I kind of understand why some people would want Trump to win? Like - I understand that if you think “what we need is more racism!” then The Donald is going to be your pick.

And...theoretically I can see why some other folks might tell themselves that The Donald ISN’T

racist, since he’s the kind of racist who willingly spend time with rich and/or famous people who aren’t white, and probably be up for sticking his dick in a beautiful woman who wasn’t white, and to some wypipo that means “not a racist”.

& I get that whole schtick about him being a poor person’s fantasy of a wealthy man, a stupid person’s fantasy of a clever man, and a weak person’s fantasy of a strong man - there must be people out there who seriously believe this petulant grifter is a strong, clever businessman

So, like - I can stretch my imagination to sort of seeing why some people don’t look at King Donald and see the whining, duplicitous, utterly self-involved, cunning-but-moronic, racist rapey bag of dicks that seems so obvious to me.

But what TRULY blows my mind is that EVEN THE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BUY WHAT HE’S SELLING can look at him as anything but a lying liar who lies. Like - a congenital, unceasing, instinctive, reflective, absolute bone-deep L I A R.

I can understand racists thinking “yeah! Wooh! You go, fellow racist guy!” & misogynists thinking “Hell YEAH grab those pussies!”

But I *cannot* comprehend how anyone looks at King Donald and thinks “yep, seems like an honest and trustworthy man, 10/10, would believe again.”

How the fuck is THAT happening?

Thinking “yeah, he’s a liar, but he’s OUR liar, and he’s going to hurt [people I hate] and use his lies to make me happy” makes a kind of toxic sense? It’s hateful and naive, but I can kinda see why some folks would buy it?

But GENUINELY thinking, as a load of these bleach blonde lunatics seem to, that King Donald is anywhere adjacent to experiencing any kind of goodness or patriotism or giving-a-shit-about-any-human-but-himself, in the face of DECADES of evidence to the contrary...

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW THEY CAN FUNCTION WITH THAT KIND OF DELUSION?

Like...the guy is RIGHT THERE, cheating on every wife, gleefully paying no taxes, boasting about committing sexual assault, changing his story about and everything on a day to day basis as the whim takes him.

It’s the kind of double think that always seemed like a weaksauce asspull in fiction, when Buffy or whoever is all “oh, no, don’t worry, even though the townspeople LITERALLY SAW WEREWOLVES FUCKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAWN AND THEN A TENTACLE MONSTER ATE THE POSTMAN, they’ll

find a way to rationalise it, and nobody will realise that monsters walk among us!”

And I was like “...yeah, but no, though.” And handwaved it, because p, eh, tropes, fiction, whatever.

But IT IS NOT FICTION.

Motherfucker right there with his dick and balls waving in the air

& there are still people saying “oh yes, mighty Emperor Trump’s new clothes are made from the FINEST magical fabric!”

And.
They.
Believe.
That.
Shit.