By David Glenn Cox
I, like probably most all of you, have watched Donald Trump’s disastrous visit with Black Journalists and thought to myself, holy shit. His brain case has cracked, and all the fluid is leaking out and he’s got a rod knocking. The old boy has finally lost it! But upon reflection, I began to ask myself. What am I watching here? Why would Donald Trump say and do these karazy things?
What was the point of meeting with Black Journalists anyhow? How many one’s and one’s of votes did Donald hope to win over? Where to next, the Sierra Club? I guess that is what bothered me about it at first. Why they hell did Donny want to go in there for…really?
Donny is a diagnosed Malignant Narcissist. That means that every second the spotlight and the cameras are not upon him. His soul burns with rage. Since the ascension of Kamala Harris, the Trump campaign has been on their back foot reeling. Gagging on Harris’s positive press and positive polling numbers and most definitely taking the spotlight off of Donald and on to Kamala.
What to do? What to do! Let me outta here! Like a claustrophobic stuck in an elevator, this situation is intolerable. The spotlight must be returned! This kind of shows Trump’s cleverness. To the average sane person, they might stop to ask themselves if sticking their head in the lion’s mouth was such a good idea? But to Donald Trump there is no better place to stick it. He needs attention and needs the spotlight, and he needs it. Now!
Now how can I regain the spotlight? I’ll just go in there into that big room filled with Black people who would never vote for me in a million years anyway with their cameras on. Then, I’ll insult the shit out of them! I’ll play the victim “Oh, look how rude you are to me. And I’m just a nice man who came here innocently out of the goodness of my heart trying to honestly win your votes and answer your questions. (bats eyes) And look how you treated me.”
To us the sane, it was a gaff and a half, but to Trump’s racist followers it was a masterstroke. Trump went in there to show those uppity Blacks that he wouldn’t be intimidated. Trump would call them out to their faces “Fake News!” And the spot light suddenly turned, and all the attention was on…?
What was it Trump said as he was being led away injured from the stage? “Fight, fight, fight!” This wasn’t a gaff at all. This was Trump standing in the school house doorway and showing his contempt for those the Republicans believe are a privileged class. Those migrants are stealing Black Jobs, you idiots! “What are Black jobs?” You know, ah, ah Jobs! Railroad porter, farm hand or lawn mower pusher. Trump didn’t say that, but that’s exactly what he said. That is exactly the visual he planted in their racist miniscule minds.
It appears to be gibberish to you and me but to the stammering monosyllabic simmering simian simpletons. Trump is speaking to where they live and giving the racist visual of the world, by explaining the untermunchin. “Pow! Take that Fake News!” The must be wetting their pants with delight. That’s telling em Donny! Damn Straight! Try that in a small town! This is red meat. A beggar’s banquet and an all-day buffet of red meat.
Trump recycles the Republican trope of Kamala Harris being Indian and not Black. So, I’ll recycle one of my own. If Ms. Harris were moving in next door to a racist, she would be found to be Black enough. “Oh, well, she Indian! Then, that’s okay? Right? Stuck in an “All in the Family” loop where Archie comes to grips with George Jefferson.
Several hours later, after a stunned Republican silent pause. J.D. (pants on fire) Vance comes out defending the orange inferno. They weren’t being very nice to him, and he was just trying to be a nice man. And look how they act, disgraceful!
But you win the game not by scoring points but by setting the rules. The most interesting part of the whole interview was the last ten seconds of it. When the question began to be asked about Project 2025. Well gee! I guess we’re all out of time. Goodnight, everybody! You’ve been a great audience. Drive safe! Let’s see…one hour minus thirty minutes kind of equals zero. But there were mechanical delays and unfortunately, we don’t have time for that question.
Ist Verboten!
So, if you really want this interview, you’ll ask no questions about Project 2025, do you understand? This interview could be a real feather in your cap, you know. So don’t blow it now. The first time anyone says Project 2025, this interview is over. Understand?
Trump’s appearance shows his extremity as these are nuclear options on the table. He is trying to right the ship and sometimes some risks need to be taken to do that. And if it works or appears to work, we will see much more of it. He’s going full Nazi racist now. Trump is throwing off the illusion of normal civility. Trump went to the meeting of Black Journalist not to prove he wasn’t a racist but to announce to his klan that he was a racist. And what’s more, he didn’t care what the audience thought about it. He wasn’t speaking to them anyway; he was sending a subliminal message to his minions. Fight, fight, fight!
You and I saw only a gaff, but to befuddled misled moron masses Trump was singing them a siren song. “I don’t give a fuck what you Black people think!” That’s telling them Donny! There’s good people on both sides, you know! Psst, but mostly on our side.
“Every man is a king so long as he has someone to look down on.”
― Sinclair Lewis
