You’ve heard me speak before of the con job that is politics. We politicos prey on your weaknesses and, as sharp as any street magic hustler, we show you what you expect to see, tell you what you want to hear, and separate you from your money, from your vote, and from the inherent power you have in a democracy.
A consistent version of the politi-con has been the ANGRY VOTER. The Angry Voter is the Hulked out version of David Banner, Real American. They’ve been around forever, but they got rebranded and packaged as Nixon’s Silent Majority, Real Americans who did real American things, unlike not real Americans who protest and/or want free stuff and/or come from someplace else and/or aren’t white and/or don’t know their place. They’ve always been angry, but at least back then they were mercifully Silent.
So, here we are today: Voter ANGRY! Voter SMASH!
Voter HATE puny insiders and elites.
The essence of a great con is that the mark will TELL you what he wants to hear. All you have to do is wave your arm and tell people they are not alone in their anger, that their anger is justified, sanctified, and shared by you, their Great White Hope.
That anger, while real, is actually unjustified and misdirected. But the con man will not tell you that. He will tell you that the world works EXACTLY the way you think the world works. “Yes, we CAN build a wall.”
Over and over we’ve talked about how the Republicans are ignoring reality to feed into and enforce that anger. The authoritarian mindset that waters the base of GOP politics like a malignant underground spring dictates that words like “disgusting,” topics like bathrooms, and images like two men kissing elicit visceral reactions of revulsion.
The authoritarian looks for a daddy figure to simplify life, remove uncertainty, and de-stress human-to-human contact, so that nothing can impede their cocooned serenity. In spiritual matters, God and the preacher fulfill that daddy role. In law enforcement, it’s the sheriff. At home, it’s actually daddy. And in politics, it’s a combination of all of the above, because in the authoritarian, all that stuff is hard-wired together, you can’t separate the two because the pluralism that informs our political discourse is actually the source of their anxiety. Right wingers frack into those short-circuited brains, pump in a toxic cocktail of BS and righteousness, and pump out energy, while methane exits through the mouth.
Enter Donald Trump, descending his golden escalator. Unlike every other politician who had to work within the system, and whose con was in support of political goals within a broader –albeit fungible – ideology, Trump’s WHOLE LIFE is about the con. He HAS no ideology, beyond whatever makes the con work.
“He says what I’m thinking,” how many times have we heard that? Of COURSE he does. He says whatever he thinks you’re thinking, whether or not it dovetails with what the guy 5 minutes ago was thinking or what he may have said 10 years ago on the topic. Or with what he said 5 minutes ago. He contradicts himself in his own speeches, he flips and flops left and right.
We saw some of this with Romney because he was also very much a situational flip flopper, but when you come right down to it, anyone reading this column could probably sit down and come up with a fairly consistent description of what Rmormoney really thinks. “Rmormoney” pretty much sums it up.
Not so with sui generis Trump, whose very existence in the national consciousness has been built on a set of cons. I think there is one thought in his head, crowding out all the others: “I Am AWESOME!” That’s his whole philosophy. Everything else is patter for the benefit of the mark. Holding reasonable, coherent, cohesive positions is a lot of work, and takes up a lot of brain. There’s no room inside Trump for that, or self doubt. That is by design, because really, a smidgeon of true self-reflection would be fatal to this narcissist.
So Donald Trump won the Republican nomination because, in a Party whose whole existence depends on the Angry Voter con, a professional finally showed them how it’s really run.