Good and Serviced
You’d think Donald Trump would get how tradeoffs work. But failing to grasp the exchange’s most crucial aspect is just another chance to be proud of not knowing anything. Instincts replace book learning, according to somewhat popular modern strategies. Admitting there’s a downside would mean his supporters might occasionally doubt him, and loyalty is the only thing that pleases the man who brings us unbridled joy. A dog-hater’s habit of demanding doglike devotion is not conducive to subtlety.
The president’s unofficial Secret Service wishes they could shield him. His most zealous fans refuse to accept that a guy making up what he thinks as he talks could ever be wrong about anything in a truly healthy example of loyalty to a person that makes politics special. And this is supposedly the side that’s for limited government.
The ample drawbacks in cheering for this particular person to save us illustrate all the things history’s top business titan never learned about economics. To be fair, playing a success took so much of his attention that he didn’t learn how to actually be one. It worked in its way, although it did take quite a few suckers.
Trump has to insult anyone who notices his habit of claiming he knows everything that’s right about any topic. His unwillingness to accept that he’s actually the worst example of the shortcomings of political worship doesn’t quite jibe with reality in the same sense that he’s not precisely modest. For a supposed outsider, he sure acts like everyone else in the crummiest of professions. What kind of low-energy loser needs to win an election to stay employed?
The Nostalgia Party only looks back a few years now. There was a time when Republicans would think a dirtbag was not someone to admire. Now, the muscular alpha male cheating on a pregnant wife with plastic model from an obsolete skin mag is a sign of toughness. Admitting he’s pond scum instead of trying to justify gross conduct will make the president deem you uncool.
As a sign of utter security, the president remains dedicated to what he thinks you think reflects success. Trump is like an ’80s movie villain who wants to knock over the youth center. He cherishes the perception of ruthlessness that impresses rubes like a gold-plated Lamborghini with Penthouse Pets wearing scandalously few garments lounging on the hood. Based on a lifetime of stumbling into the perception of success all the way to the White House, he’s finally not wrong about something.
The country’s bipartisan in the worst way. Trump obeys the Bill Clinton standard of putting up with the scumbag as long as he submits his work on time. Worst of all, there’s not even that much to admire. The impossibly skeezy incumbent is coasting based on things he can’t even grasp, much less take credit for.
Being condescending in degeneracy is how he elevates the office. These throwback times mean people who notice the president embodies sleaze are uptight again. Why can’t we be relaxed like those swinging Europeans and their tolerance of mistresses? And what’s with gonorrhea being out of fashion?
Why try to get slightly more than you lose when you can gain it all without giving up anything? Well, it’s impossible while trading, but that doesn’t stop the government from trying. These are basic economics, which you’d think Trump would grasp. He’s the biggest success ever, right? Just ask him.
Pretending there are no consequences actually exacerbates them. I’m sorry to crush the fantasy world, and this is probably a bad time to also note porn stars probably aren’t fun to be with in real life. As for the rest of us getting screwed, Trump thinks ignoring Social Security treating the economy like Godzilla did Tokyo is going to keep the city from being destroyed.
America’s best hope is having an oaf in office, so don’t weep for the future yet. Advisors who cared about the nation’s future would be giving him some switches to flip that he’s told make the economy go. Next, guarding the bee is the most important assignment we have, Mister President, so please stay here and be important in the basement while the rest of the nation completes unimportant tasks like engaging in commerce.
Be glad Trump knows nothing, as that makes him an ideal president. Not knowing enough to screw it up is an inadvertent blessing, which is the only type for which we can hope. Count blessings while rocking on the floor in the fetal position. The combination of unparalleled arrogance and inability to get things done is better for everyone else than we realize.
Trump is a true outsider who hasn’t read the manual, which in this case happens to be the Constitution. He’s too busy consulting his Bible, which is actually a copy of The Art of the Deal with a dedication to himself. Looking in the mirror means he’s not looking at how to mess with our lives, so tell him how handsome he is and buy yourself some time.