Donald Trump’s rally crashes and burns
The venue was empty. As a lone orange-tipped loser stood in front of his salivating audience, he saw — emptiness. It was all around him. This was not a field of dreams. This was a rally of — emptiness. Seats with no bodies to fill them. One could almost hear the lonely cry of a bird — perhaps a raven. Or a crow. A sad trilling of a last hurrah.
There were some people. But mostly, there was — emptiness. There was a sea of — nothing. This was the scene at assolini’s rally. This is the scene that the failed Trump regime does not want you to know about. But the pictures of said emptiness are making the rounds. They’re all over Twitter. Everybody can view them. And they tell a sad story for the maniacal monster. They speak of — emptiness.
People don’t care anymore. People are losing — and have lost — interest. Reportedly some Maga even left early. Perhaps the low energy of the piddling group of people depressed them. All over social media, they are talking of — emptiness.
A movement cannot exist if it doesn’t have members moving in lockstep. A movement is only a movement when it has crowds — throngs of people to fill the movement with their voices. But here in Georgia, at Donald Trump’s rally, there was only — emptiness.
