Ya know, there’s an 800 pound elephant in the room, one that seems just so obvious that no one’s really said anything. When a decision - REAL decision - one that involves laying it on the line - Trump chokes. Each and every time. Like with using the NDC. Waffle, weasel, say you’re going to but don’t . . . When it comes right down to it, when the rubber meets the road, all those hoary metaphors regarding taking a situation and dealing with it, Trump chokes. Bigtime.
He can weasel and scheme and plot and engage in vendettas, conspire with his cronies to enrich themselves and promote their agendas with the very best of them. But when it comes time to step up and do the job for which he was elected, he folds like an origami sex toy. He cannot lead. When presented with a challenge that DEMANDS leadership, he’s all over the place.
Seriously. All of the ‘decisions’ he made during his term were someone else’s ideas, which he diddled with. But when it comes down to actually making a life and death decision where everyone is telling him different things, he chokes. His trust in Jared to control the outbreak blew up in his face, the only people the media and the public trusts are subtlety making him look like a fool, and he hates them. He’s left with nothing but his stable genius and infallible gut to see him through.
For the first time in his life, he’s facing something that can’t be bought, bluffed, blustered, browbeaten, blackmailed, threatened, sued, intimidated, twitterbombed (please consult your local thesaurus). And he’s flummoxed. Literally. This. Has. Never. Ever. Happened. To. Him. Before. Never.
Every time before this, he could take an abject defeat and spin it into a colossal win for him, and the media would buy into it. He learned that if he pretended to be something, people would think it was real. Vide: The Apprentice.
Every time he lost, he lied his way to a win. And now? A force. An implacable force. One that doesn’t even bother to take notice of him. Who only regards him as a host. To make more viruses, not host a show . . .
And he’s lost. Totally, completely, utterly lost. All he has is spin at this point. This isn’t as much a case of the Wizard of Oz being exposed by Toto pulling back the curtain as it is the Wizard being exposed as the curtain bursts into flames behind him. This is someone who is in too far over his head, knows nothing, and yet believes he is the greatest authority on literally every subject imaginable. Who has Jared Kushner as his chief henchman, sidekick, and buttboy.
More than that, he’s desperate for an adoration fix . . . he hasn’t held a rally where he could publicly mainline all that sweet, sweet worship in just WAY too long. The press conferences give him a bit of a flattery fix, which he needs, but that’s like Methadone compared to the pure, white horse he was riding for the last 3 years.
And . . . he’s not making any money. THIS is why he wants to re-open everything, so he can get guests booked into his resorts. Or his buddies book a couple of floors for a few months
We are SO screwed.