It’s comprehensive.
Rick Wilson’s flames char Trump, his family, the GOP, the media, in one all encompassing sweep. He’s unrelenting in his fiery criticism. The Madness of King Donald.
The last three weeks have broken Trump’s already disturbed psyche. He cannot process the political reality that Kamala Harris is more popular, running a better campaign, raising more money, drawing much bigger crowds, moving the polls, and that the culture is swinging her way.
On Trump’s dismissal of V.P. Harris’ rally crowd as A.I. generated…..
This was a post by an insane person. There was no clever strategy, 47th-dimensional chess game, or droll trolling play.
It was, and he is, insane.
I’m told that word is fraught with politically incorrect baggage, but he’s insane. Mentally ill. Sick in the bone dome. Loco. Insane in the membrane.
This post sent ripples throughout the political ecosystem, on the left, right, and in the media this weekend. It was a stress test for the MAGA media faithful, knowing if they boosted it, they’d look like fools, and if they didn’t, they’d look like traitors.
The GOP has become so weak, so craven, as to be unable to defend basic principles and basic sensibilities.
The deafening silence over Trump’s behavior reminds us of the fundamental rot inside the GOP. No one dares to go on the record. No one will say the emperor is buck naked and his nanoscale junk is swinging in the breeze. Not Mike Johnson. Not Mitch McConnell. Not any Governor. No media network in the MAGA system will tell Trump to shut up, leave the race, and get help.
There’s more. Much more. Wilson has a way with words that spares no ambiguity.
Recommend reading it yourselves. And then pass it along.
