Trump's Presidential Run is Actually Postmodern Performance Art
Donald Trump, whether he knows it or not, has embarked on the largest, most expensive practical joke in world history. The joke, of course, is on anyone who believes that voting for the right politician with the right plans will end up improving their lot in life.
Here are some things that actually helped improve people's lot in life: the plow, the steam engine, oil refining, antibiotics and the microprocessor. Here is a short list of things that never helped anyone but themselves and the monied interests: politicians.
And so, the billionaire loudmouth from New York continues to appall the world as he conducts what will likely end up being a surreal moment in national history. On paper, he may be the worst imaginable traditional candidate conceivable, given his checkered personal and professional life, a total lack of Red-Tie Republican chops (flip flopping stances on everything, major contributor to Hillary Clinton). But, somehow, he has turned his total lack of credibility into a kind of punk rock rebellion against his taupe competitors.
How much do you hate Hillary?
Cruz: I voted against her bill to expand mortgage financing to blahdeeblahdeeblah.
Trump: I invited her to my wedding and gave her a pile of money. I'm rich and smart.
Instead of calculated answers to minimize risk, he has been piling on with commentary about Mexican rapists.
Instead of giving one hot damn about his appearance, he continues to look like Donald Trump.
Instead of apologizing or backtracking, he has been doubling down. Don't like the term "anchor baby"? I'm using it.
Any minute now, I'm thinking he'll just start publicly denying that he's running for president, or ever did. Just to jerk people around.