This is probably a very accurate explanation of trumpism.
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You still don't get it. His voters don't want it fixed. The country is a wreck, but it's their wreck.
When I was a senior in high school, I had an acquaintance who somehow had his own s***ty house he lived in alone. And he treated it like an 18 year old kid treats a house. It looked bombed out. Holes in the walls, burned carpet, cabinets ripped off walls, broken windows with garbage bags taped over it, and garbage EVERYWHERE. He loved his house, and his s***ty juggalo friends loved it too. Not because it was a great house, but because it was a place for them. It was a place where they felt like they were free, and they were the most important people in the world, who could do whatever they wanted.
Trump's America is that s***ty bombed out house. His base doesn't care about clean floors, or efficient windows, or well tended landscaping. They want a place where they feel at home, and important. That's literally all. If you go in there and try to talk to them about it, you're going to get weird looks, and judgement. When you say "Dude, the carpet is a mess" you'll get called a p**** for caring. Only p***** care about the carpet. Watch me throw his half-full beer can against the wall to try to get it to stick in the hole it makes. Yeah, there's a pandemic. Yeah, there's racism. Yeah, there's unemployment, and fires, and pollution, and riots, and everyone hates everyone. Who cares, p****, grab me a beer.
They are fine with Trump's Mess, because it's THEIR MESS. Trump isn't running on fixing it. He's running on preventing mom from coming over and fixing it.
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