Donald Trump throws a fit over poorly attended rally
Have you ever listened to a song that seemed to fit someone so well, it might have been written for them? I have. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Little River Band. I’m a fan. And one of their biggest songs is called “Lonesome Loser.”
That song reminds me of Donald Trump. This song is quite old, so obviously, it was not written for Trump. But that doesn’t mean the fit isn’t there. And if there is one thing the orange buffoon hates, it’s being labeled a loser. It’s his biggest fear, his most profound horror. The label of loser is his nemesis.
And currently, the nemesis is winning. Reportedly Trump and his “allies” are infuriated with the turnout at Trump’s rally this past weekend. They’re also furious at all the negative coverage said the rally is getting.
And Erick Erikson, a right-wing pundit, had this to say: “The Trump turnout on a Saturday in Georgia was anemic.” Anemic. What a word to use. What a word that will reverberate in the rage-filled mind of his royal loser.
“Anemic turnout.” It was the rally to end all rallies — a lonely dance of a loser, a remembrance of times long past — and times that are never coming back.
And, of course, Trump wants to save face. He wants this because he is, at heart, a bully. He is made up of bits of validation-seeking particles, all of which form the character of the lord of the lies.
He cares about nothing but how he looks to others. This is why the dark triad inside him rears its tormented head when these things occur.
Liz Harrington, who is Trump’s spokesperson, has been desperately trying to do damage control, calling claims of Trump’s failure of a rally “fake news.” Only we know the truth. It’s not fake news. This is Trump’s last lament. It’s the last lamentations of a has-been, the epitome of a lonesome loser, confined to continually rage at the burning of his wretched thoughts.
