The only thing that could ever beat Li’l Duce in this day and age of social media driven by monetized rage clicks was a pandemic that killed more than a million Americans.
That is, one of every 330 people living in this holy land had to be snuffed out for a plurality of voters (individual and Electoral) to want to throw him out of office. Mind you, they didn’t blame him for the disease. Probably, those swing voters who opted for Old Joe were teed off at the Mad King for not outlawing the use of masks and not forcing schools, workplaces, ballparks, and every other goddamned thing that was shuttered during the pandemic to stay open.
To paraphrase Monty Python, Nobody expects the global coronavirus!
The dude actually garnered some three million more voters in 2024, than he had in 2020, despite the wits, wags, and pundits chirping that America was fed up with his act.
They weren’t.
They never will be.
45/47 will remain the champion Outsider — capital O — until the day he keels over. That’s what he’s portrayed himself as since the day in June 2015 he descended the escalator at NYC’s Trump Tower and announced his candidacy for president. His base 35 percent — plus whatever percentage of folks who swing, baby — continue to see him as that Outsider, the rebel, the one who’ll drain the swamp, the ultimate disrupter, even as he amasses more power and distances himself from all the Constitutional checks and balances the Framers wrote into that wildly imperfect document back on March 4, 1789.
He’s one of a kind. He could declare himself king tomorrow and still be seen as the guy sticking his middle finger up at the Establishment.
I realized Li’l Duce is unbeatable earlier this week when he was questioned on the White House lawn by a reporter who wanted to know what was what regarding that genocidal dustup on the eastern shores of the Mediterranean. “They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, do you understand that?” he blurted and stomped off.
There it was. He’s the first, and so far only, US President ever to drop the F-bomb in response to a reporter’s question, willingly, intentionally, brazenly.
I’d bet a certain percentage of the American electorate got tumescent when they heard him say the word.
It was the ultimate outsider utterance.
President’s don’t use that kind of language, the pearl-clutchers gasped. Yep. No other president would. This one did.
He’s different!
He says what’s on his mind!
He’s just like us!
Those were the conclusions much of America came to almost before the word had completely exited his mouth.
That’s all Li’l Duce‘s base and those swing voters who went for him in November care about — that he’ll do and/or say anything, everything, that his predecessors or current and future rivals would never. It’s the essence of his cult of personality.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he eff-ed. It was no slip of the tongue.
The only thing that’ll ever beat him is death.
And woe to the poor Republicans who try to step into his shoes after he’s gone. They ain’t him.