The hard MAGA floor

The part that’s difficult to grasp isn’t that Donald Trump’s approval rating is low, it’s that it’s as high as 43%. That doesn’t seem possible. That doesn’t square with reality as I understand it. You would think it would be 3%. Or less. But the lowest that Trump’s Gallup Poll rating ever reached was 34% in January of 2021. (For historic comparisons I use Gallup Poll because it goes back to 1937.)
I watch Trump waddle around, I listen to what he says, I see the evil he’s doing, and I ask myself, “What the hell am I missing?” This guy is an obvious cartoon villain. Boris Badenov and Natasha Nogoodnik rolled into one. Snidely Whiplash. Nobody sane is actually FOR this asshole, right?
Then it hit me. They don’t watch him, they don’t listen to him. Not really. Not objectively, anyway. They’re like lovestruck teenagers mooning over some jock or homecoming queen who can do no wrong in their eyes. They can’t see what others see, that the person they worship and adore is really a quivering, gelatinous pile of human shit.
So the question isn’t whether or not they will come out of their collective trance and see him for what he is. Some of them never will. That’s right, the moron you knew in high school is still secretly mooning over the jock or the homecoming queen to this very day. If that surprises you, just remember the words of George Carlin: “Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.”
So where is the MAGA hard floor? What approval rating will be Trump’s lowest? I don’t know, but I doubt that it will ever get as low as Richard Nixon’s (24%) or Harry Truman’s (22%). Why? Because those presidents didn’t have a cult following. Trump does. And like moonstruck adolescents, cultists don’t easily fall out of love. Some of them actually give their lives for the evil jerks they worship. And the jerks they worship couldn’t care less about them.
Ordinarily I find unrequited love sad. The rampant, unrequited love for Trump I find putrid, disgusting, hateful. If you are stupid enough to love Trump be assured of one thing: he doesn’t love you back. He’s the same smug asshole who boasts about how God saved him from a bullet, but can’t spare a mention for the innocent bystander who took a bullet behind him. Trump probably doesn’t even remember the guy’s name, and I’d love to see at least one reporter ask him. (His name was Corey Comperatore, by the way, a volunteer fire chief who died shielding his wife and kids from the hail of bullets.)
So don’t expect all of Trump’s cultists to start despising him soon. To be sure, many of them will, but the number who won’t will surprise you. Even the ones who lose their social security will blame Biden. That’s the nature of cultism. That’s the nature of bigotry. If you find that hard to believe, I again draw your attention to the words of George Carlin. Trump’s supporters are stupid people, and there’s a lot of them.

Robert Harrington is an American expat living in Britain. He is a portrait painter.