Mr. Republican 2015
In 2012, Donald Trump hinted that he might seek the Republican nomination. That hinting consisted largely of the same words and rhetoric he is using today. The result? He rocketed up the polls.
And now Mr. Trump is officially seeking the nominations. Same result but with a bit of a twist. This time out Mr. Trump is the face of today’s Republican Party.
An Old, White, Male who spends his time braying into the wind about how smart he is and wearing his racism, sexism and xenophobia like a full-body tattoo he received after a drunken night spent diaper shopping with David Vitter. His brains are so evident that only very stupid people can fail to feel the intellect emanating from his very skin. He must be smart because he has money that he (brilliantly) managed to inherit.
Fighting futilely against time by dying his hair in strange approximations of natural colors and arranging it in ever more psychotic mandala outline patterns. He declares his net worth as often as possible. It is the closest thing to a moral qualification as he has and it isn’t. Stamping his name in neon or fake goldplate on the buildings housing all of the various bankrupt entities swirling in his wake like the greasy leavings from a norovirus infected Carnival Cruise Liner.
Brash and with no more than a superficial understanding of any topic of substance. Nuance is a word as foreign to him as budget. Ignorance is his watch word. And, he puts it on display as often as possible.
Today’s Republican. Lincoln wept.