You finally have your Galtian Ubermensch, America. A man who "built that" with nothing but his innate superiority and a $660 million inheritance.
Trump isn't really a politician, of course. He's a strongman act, a ridiculous parody of a Nietzschean superman. His followers get off on watching this guy with (allegedly) $10 billion and a busty mute broad on his arm defy every political and social convention and get away with it.
People are tired of rules and tired of having to pay lip service to decorum. They want to stop having to watch what they say and think and just get "crazy," as Thomas Friedman would put it.
Trump's campaign is giving people permission to do just that. It's hard to say this word in conjunction with such a sexually unappealing person, but his message is a powerful aphrodisiac. Fuck everything, fuck everyone. Fuck immigrants and fuck their filthy lice-ridden kids. And fuck you if you don't like me saying so.
How do you like your fair-haired boy now?
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How do you like your fair-haired boy now?
Shirley you mean "blue-eyed boy"?
Yes! That's where I got it, although it's been so long since I read the poem I mostly forgot it and garbled it.
Or should I say argle-bargled it.
No-one gets their quotations right all the time, so let's not try.
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