It’s slipping away from him

| 11:50 pm EDT October 2, 2022
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The setting was Warren, Michigan. The audience was Maga. The speaker was dirty Donald Trump. There was no huge rally — no stadium covered in Dirty Don supporters, no accumulation of crowds. What there WAS was a dusty and small gymnasium inside a community college.

Seating capacity — 3,500. Oh dear — how the mighty have fallen. The person they had come to see strolled out on stage – and almost immediately, the vitriol began.

It was Dirty Don, on stage alone, one lone “man” standing forlornly in front of a smattering of true believers, far from DC, far from power or anything remotely resembling it. From far away, one could almost hear the chuckles of fate and Karma.

Standing in front of his paltry audience, seemingly desperate to make this work, Dirty Don released — the same old, same old. Was the world’s tiniest violin playing mournfully in the background? Then the blame started. It was the same tired rhetoric, the same boring, dated outbursts that had become as stale as the person himself.

“I think they would like to see me in prison,” Dirty Don bellowed out at one point. Congratulations, Don — you finally spoke the truth about something! Yes, we would like to see you in prison. And we will. “I don’t believe we’ll ever have a fair election again,” he said.

And then came more. Rigged. Stolen. Election. He introduced Mike Lindell. And a funny thing happened to dirty Don. The audience — the small group that he had — became restless. From the Detroit Free Press’s Paul Egan: “There’s also been a steady stream of attendees heading for the exits since about the 15-minute mark of this now hour-long and ongoing speech.”

The troops – the tiny amount there WERE had begun abandoning Dirty Don. Perhaps they were tired. After all, they had heard it all before. There is a limit to the attention of span of everyone.

Some stayed. But as one looked around, the rancid stench in the air was sharp and dry. It was the stench of failure — Dirty Don’s failure. And the dark Q music played on. The thing is — hardly anybody was listening.