Their Trumpster Right or Wrong

It appears that the Trumpster and his hydrophobic head-tribble are on their way out, whether under the tribble's own control of its transporter's motor functions or at the doubtless gentle hands of White House security. Their opponent gained the greatest number of votes ever polled by a presidential candidate in a US election, while the Trumpster gained only the second-greatest number. After four disastrous years of climate reversal; after four years of attacks on human rights once assumed to be basic; after four years of children in cages and some fourteen hundred daily demonstrations of corruption, mendacity, racism, sexism, ignorance, incoherence, stupidity and utter, hapless petty-mindedness by their candidate, the Trumpster's base did not fragment, the Trumpster's vote did not collapse, the Trumpster's fan club did not dissolve, and the Trumpster's brand of democracy remains very much alive and well.

It's possible that seventy million voters actually believe the Trumpster and his gang have not only governed, but governed well enough to deserve a second term; the people that can't be fooled quite all of the time did, after all, elect an empty-headed actor twice and a chimpanzee once. Then again, it's also possible that they voted for him because he was their Trumpster: because he claims to be a Republican, an American and a victim, and because his squeals of persecution while persecuting others put his Christian credentials beyond doubt. They voted for him because they think he's one of the tribe and because they believe, no matter what he does, that he is on their side. The triumph of the Trumpster is the very image of a democracy based on faith and patriotism.