The Carnival Barker Cometh
As they stood in the sweltering Las Vegas heat, sweat beading on their brows, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the bedraggled masses huddled before the stage. Their faces were etched with adulation and delirium, and they waited with bated breath for the arrival of their messiah, the man they believed would deliver them from the clutches of reason and logic. And then, like a mirage shimmering in the desert, he appeared ‑— Donald Trump, the Mussolini of our times.
A Mind on Parade, or a Parade of Nonsense?
As I listened to the Mussolini of our times, my great-grandfather's words echoed in my mind, "When you speak, your mind is on parade." In Trump's case, a cavalcade of incoherence and absurdity often parades forth, a spectacle akin to Mad Magazine's Alfred E. Neuman trying to recite Lincoln's Gettysburg Address with a straight face. As Trump took the stage, a hush fell over the charbroiled Las Vegas crowd as the poseur who would be king began to hold court.
A Tapestry of Tangents and Digressions
"Look, having nuclear..." he infamously began one of his news conferences as president-elect, launching into a rant that would make even the most seasoned motor-mouth blush. What followed was a tapestry of tangents and digressions, a veritable smorgasbord of non-sequiturs that left even his most ardent supporters scratching their heads in bewilderment. From musings on his uncle's scientific prowess to ruminations on women's intelligence, Trump hopscotched from one topic to the next, leaving a trail of confusion in his wake.
The Art of Salesmanship, or the Salesmanship of Drivel?
But this is Trump's modus operandi — a master salesman peddling his self-aggrandized oratorical prowess to the masses, even if that prowess consists of little more than drivel and bombast. With each "believe me" and "many people are saying," he weaves his spell, playing to the unconscious biases of his audience, reinforcing their fears and insecurities with a deft hand. And like a true huckster, he knows when to punctuate his performance with a flourish, repeating phrases and adjectives until they become a mantra, a rallying cry for the faithful.
A Clarion Call to Incoherence
But let us not be fooled by this charade, my friends. Under the veneer of showmanship lies an untethered mind that seemingly cannot string together a coherent thought without veering off into the realms of absurdity. And yet, his supporters lap it up, reveling in the very incoherence that should give them pause.
The Emperor Has No Clothes
In the end, what we witnessed that sweltering day in Las Vegas was not a master orator holding court but rather an emperor parading his lack of clothes for all to see. As the crowd cheered and hooted, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity — not for Trump, mind you, but for those who have chosen to follow him down the rabbit hole of irrationality.
A Plea for Reason
And so, my fellow citizens, I implore you: let us cast off the shackles of this madness and embrace reason once more. Let us not be swayed by the siren song of incoherence; instead, let us seek out a leader who can string together a thought without veering off into the realms of the absurd. Ultimately, it is not the carnival barker who will lead us to greatness but the voice of reason and logic that has guided our nation through the darkness rendered by the carnival barker's unintelligible mind.
~Dunneagin~