It has been said that men can be absolutely certain only of those things of which they have no intimate knowledge. We are all a little guilty of that when we begin a sentence with, “Why don’t they just….”
And then there are the full-blown numskull blowhards like the Donald who appeal to other numskull know-nothings, folks devoid of any sense of history, politics, science or international dynamics. In other words they can only relate to complex world subtleties compared to their own myopic daily routines.
Sure there are a few quite sophisticated personalities scattered among the Trump supporters, but they are mostly lowlife, shill types hoping to cash in on the Trump movement such as it is.
Those who think that Trump is their guy blind themselves to one stark reality. Cons like Trump never bother with folks that aren’t easily hoodwinked. These folks understand that truth at some level, but just as with Trump, they are desperate to hear praise about themselves. And thus as Trump’s flunkies feed him a special report everyday about all the wonderful things real — but mostly imagined — said about him, Trump keeps returning to the downtrodden backwaters of American to heap praise on his supporters in what amounts to a mutual love fest of shared ignorance and delusion.
It is in these campaign style rallies in places like West Virginia where Trump hatches his moronic gems — “why I know more than the generals, healthcare is going to be so easy to fix, I have an attention span that’s as long as it needs to be, if you get good ratings they will cover you even if you have nothing to say, Obama and his attack dogs have nothing but hate and anger in their hearts and spew it whenever possible [this is clearly a case of the Devil calling angels bad], if Putin likes me is that so bad?”
And so, as with all bullshit cons, Trump bellows forth absolute, simple certainties about complex issues until he can’t.