To cut to bare bones, there are two kinds of Trump supporters: those who fully appreciate what a vulgar, amoral ignoramus he is, but will pretend not to notice as long as he gives them things they want, such as conservative judges, and those who are blinded by the game show host myth that he’s some billionaire genius who knows stuff*. The former are cynics, willing to sell their souls, so there’s nothing to be done to dissuade them from supporting Trump.
But what of the true believers? Is there anything that can shake them out of their mindless backing of a man who says windmills cause cancer? Maybe if he were revealed not merely as a rapist, a liar and moron, which is already clear, and reconfirmed almost hourly, but a fraud.
What if his tax returns showed that the one thing, the key to his myth, that distinguishes Darth Cheeto from the unemployed guy with three hungry kids, was a lie? What if it turned out that Trump was no billionaire, but a guy hanging on financially by a thread, scamming the public by attributing a billion dollars worth of good will to a name, without which would put his empire deep in the fiscal toilet? Continue reading
