NOBODY
He imagined himself a Pharaoh. In his delusional imagination, he perhaps envisioned soldiers on magnificent horses riding to his aid. Maybe he sees himself surrounded by admirers, the air buzzing with proclamations of joy and admiration from the people who supposedly love him, who shout their delight at being near him into the air.
Then he woke up. Donald Trump, a man who fancies himself a pharaoh, is far from a leader. Yet, this is his most persistent and indulgent fantasy, a place where his imagination constantly takes him.
Imagination can be a powerful drug for traitors. Reality? Not so much. All hell is going to break loose. Trump last week, “truthed” hysterically. Perhaps he dreamed of MILLIONS and MILLIONS of people, crowding around the courthouse in New York, shouting at him as he walked by, chanting their love of all things Trump.
That was one dream that went nowhere. Optical illusions. The truth? As MSNBC host Lawrence O’Donnell said, “They didn’t show up.”
No adoring crowds awaited the traitor. No one rushed to embrace the monster as he made his way into court, his sleepless eyes a testament to his troubled state. There, in front of him, stood — nobody.
Well, there were a couple of dozen. Lawrence put it at possibly 50. There’s your MAGA, Donald Trump. Nobody can be bothered. The fickleness of the unwashed public has long been a thing. It shows itself with celebrities, too.
The fact is, Trump has lost his luster—not that he had much to begin with, but this was astonishingly tiny turnout that even Fox Non-News will never be able to spin.
