The Trump Trumpet
To read today's pre pre pre election coverage one would think that the buffon in chief, aka Donald Trump,
is doing something new. He is not. The Ross Perot snatch and grab and rant and run of the early 90s is the
playbook by which the Donald is creating his strategy.
Outbursts of idiocy and the phony "plain speak" that have punctuated his public appearances appeal to the
"less inclined to think" of Republican voters. And it is, after all, basic physics: the majority of people will take the path
of least resistance. Pondering the consequences of one's pronouncements is not that path. Hence, the images
conjured up by Trump's spewing forth of absurdities is what attracts those whose only reasoning constitutes the
easy to understand scapegoating of every other group except one's own.
Hitler did it with great success, at least initially. (Not comparing Trump to Hitler, just the modus operandi.)
What thinking people usually fail to grasp is that elections, and all other forms of mass persuasion, are NEVER
based on reason, i.e. rational thought. They are fueled by images that are easy for the simpler minds among us
to understand. Rehtoric is key inasmuch as it creates the oversimplified explanation for the complex problems that the
world generally faces.
This strategy, however, rarely stands the test of time. In today's world of global information virtually available
to most people, this is even less so. When information could be hidden or hard to come by, one could continue the charade
for extended periods of time. But nowadays, that will not work.
As a result, it is just a matter of when Trump's reckoning will come. And when it does, the same people who wonder
at how he sounded so true, will be asking themselves, how they were fooled by such clown - after all he did have the
bulbous nose and the wig and the painted face.


"The liberals can understand everything but people who don't understand them."
Lenny Bruce

"The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month."
Dostoevsky