It’s hard out there for a Trump. Not so long ago, he was on every morning talk show getting slobbered on by hosts from Matt Lauer to Joe Scarborough, Kellyanne Conway had both his id and ego duct-taped to a chair in a back room, and the press was cheerfully ignoring his every fault while they express ordered extra pixels to savage Hillary Clinton’s hideous attempts to actually help millions of people. Then the head-to-head race began, Trump attacked a few innocent bystanders, warred with Gold Star parents, assaulted a few women, and just look at where things are now …
As Greg Sargent explains:
It is now clear that as a loss looms, Donald Trump will only escalate his rolling claims that the election is rigged against him. The conspiracy now includes the media, numerous women who allege inappropriate sexual advances, their friends and relatives, immigration officials, international bankers, and elections officials across the country.
Hillary Clinton might have had an actual vast right-wing conspiracy against her, but that’s nothing compared to Trump’s delusional all-wing conspiracy.
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It all comes down to having a Trump-centric view of the universe. If everything that happens happens because of Donald Trump—from Hillary rejecting TPP to NATO forming a new anti-terror squad—then the gooditude of everything that happens can be measured by how much joy it brings to Trump’s … heart? That doesn’t sound right. Spleen. Everything is measured by the warmth it kindles in Trump’s spleen.
But the white (nationalist) ravens have been flying for weeks now, and as the spleen temperature drops, Trump’s only option is war, war, war—and whining.
Trump is at war with the media he used to love.
He’s at war with Republican leadership.
And he’s at war with all these women whose names and faces he doesn’t even remember (because he was never grabbing for names and faces).
He’s even at war with numbers.
If “down 11 points” means the same as Clinton is winning women by 20 points, then … sure. And if close means that this Trump-friendly poll has twice the margin for Clinton it showed two weeks ago, then yeah. Close.
All of this is enough to make Trump’s spleen grow three sizes, until it’s big enough to go to war with the American voting public.
People are voting. Against Trump! Bundle up, spleen. It’s going to be a cold November.