The well meaning but poorly comprehending liberal still imagines that Trump voters give a flying fuck about this or that broken campaign promise or yet another revelation in a presidency that is a run on lie. Of course, if they actually did, they’d have long ago stopped being supporters. These people are, and most will remain, true believers in Trump’s falsehoods even if he shoots them on fifth avenue. This is because they identify with Trump for racial, anticultural, ‘groupist’ (my word), reasons. They imagine (within the limits of their limited imaginations) and would aspire (if they only knew the word) to one day becoming a man-slug in the image of their orange hued hero. They imagine they too could inherit hundreds of millions, dodge the draft while publicly belittling captured American POW’s, file multiple bankruptcies, divorce multiple wives, lord it over others; cheat, steal, lie. They imagine they too can marry Eastern European ‘models’, host beauty pageants and star in unreality shows where they get to fake fire, fake celebrities; to call women pigs and animals, and Mexicans rapists; while themselves getting to grab any woman by the pussy.
They wish they too could exclude anyone they want from their imaginary properties and golf courses and yachts and casinos and neighborhoods and country clubs and–country. They have wet dreams of tall towers, shitty steaks and long ties. They wish that they too could have inappropriate relationships with their daughters, who could be so ‘hot’ they’d want to ‘date her themselves’—and well, to basically act like all around jackasses of all trades.
And when they find out that they can’t do any of these things, well that will be okay too. They will simply sublimate their identity so far up Trumps ass that watching him do these things will be sufficient to give their lives meaning and, in a Bizarro world twist on Obama’s slogan…Hope.
A. Darius Kamali