Monday’s Substack offering, Dumping Trump, is now available for perusal, gimlet-eyed scrutiny, and rancorous, hateful debate. It’s a look at the metastasizing phenomenon of former Trump supporters who have succumbed to Trump Fatigue and have kicked the Trump habit for good. A sample:
I’m not even remotely likely to vote in any more presidential “elections” unless and until real, sweeping “election” reform is enacted, which is clearly not on the Uniparty menu. So I can’t fairly say I have a dog in the Trump vs DeSantis vs Pence *gag* vs whothehellever fight, really. Be that as it may, I’m not immune to a twinge of Trump Fatigue myself with each new boast, each new declaration of what-all he’s by God gonna do “when” he retakes the White House in 2024, after doing none of those things back in 2016-2020 when he had the chance. Nowadays, I find myself about as likely to groan in exhausted ennui as I am to laugh along with him as I was still doing only a year or so ago. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice? Not happening, sorry.
In Trump’s defense, it’s as I’ve said so many times, dating all the way back to the 2015 announcement of his candidacy: the dumpster fire in Mordor On The Potomac was not set alight by one president in one term; it took many decades of assiduous stoking, spanning many presidential administrations both Demican and Republicrat, to get the conflagration really roaring. That being so, it is wholly unreasonable to expect that one president might be able to put it out, particularly with the entirety of the Deep State apparatus and every critter in the Swamp sneakily turning off the hydrant and poking holes in the hose. Trump managed to dig out a decent firebreak to slow it down, but that was the extent of it. And even then, the fire jumped the line and continued on as before, the very day he left office.
Go ye and read of it, for it…will probably piss you right the hell off, actually. But hey, that’s all part of the fun.