There is a rather substantial population of Americans that have become addicted to cheap TV reality shows, people bored with there own petty lives who need to sink into the often juvenile confrontations staged on fake reality TV. They have become walking zombies to real life. When they see President Trump, all they see is a guy whose nutty antics keeps them endlessly entertained. He has become the greatest addictive distraction for them, and was he to be removed from the national and world stage; they would be lost to their own fears.
You might say that some forty percent of Americans that have no idea what American ideals are suppose to be about are only interested in there daily distractions of which Donald J. Trump is the star attraction. These Trump junkies have no interest in facts, science or truth, and for that matter, even their own welfare in the real world.
These lost souls don’t care if the Donald hands America over to the Russians on a silver platter, or that he takes sadistic pleasure in hollowing out those great American institutions that have keep us free over the last century. I mean, what do they care about freedom? Freedom for them is pure terror anyway. These junkies only care about their next Trump fix that absolves them from having to face the consequences, for them, of freedom, which means thinking about their own endless shortcomings
Trump may not be much, just an empty soul, but as an empty soul he instinctively understands what other empty souls crave and how to feed them the delusions that keep them going. This is why truth and facts mean nothing to the MAGS hats, but the delusions of reality TV that Trump spins means everything. Wait for it — “some men pray not so much for their daily bread as they do for their daily delusions.”
These are the sorts of folks, who, being preyed upon by Wall Street, take out their inner rage upon helpless minorities; and Trump knows this sad fact. This is the purposeful reason for the opening lines of Trump’s presidential campaign being about Mexican rapists and murderers, along with all his hot air about needing a big, beautiful wall. It is reality TV at its stupefying best.
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