Honestly, after ten years listening to Trump I get a visceral reaction to the sound of his voice.
OK, you may suggest I’m suffering from “Trump Derangement Syndrome”, and I’ll cop to the first and last words but I’m anything but deranged. My reaction to him has been thoroughly earned and reinforced daily through his words and deeds since he first came down that escalator in 2015.
He probably won’t be happy to hear this, but before that day, to me he was a complete nonentity. A rich businessman, who happened to host a mediocre reality TV show that I never watched. That was the sum total of my knowledge of him. Every opinion I have now has been formed by his actions in the spotlight since then.
There was disgust at his schoolyard antics on the campaign trail – dissing your political opponents has become a sad fact of modern electioneering, but taunts and jeers and pre-teen-style nicknames? Really? Is that the limit of your intellect?
But the real turning point for me was his obsessive and flagrant lying about the size of the crowd at his inauguration. It was all downhill from there.
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