In my post from the Ides of April, “Go for the Kill” (HERE), I noted why MAGAts don’t see Trump as an imposter, a fraud, a charlatan. It’s because they are cult members – “social deviants who possess shallow and very easily manipulated mental capacity, an unhealthy if not miserable view of personal identity, disinterest in the truth, and pronounced capabilities of being controlled.”
They cannot understand that Trump’s response to the global coronavirus pandemic has been nothing but an unmitigated disaster. He ignored every warning and every briefing about the coming calamity. Instead of preparing for and managing a federal response to the crisis, he golfed and staged rallies. He told his MAGAts that the virus was a Democratic hoax. He told everyone to stay calm and it will go away -- it will just wash through in April. Then, at the onset of the crisis, he spouted his desire to see packed churches on Easter (this from the man who cannot quote even a single verse from the Bible). Now he wants to "Reopen America." He wants to put everyone back to work -- and he wants to make a killing.
The cult and the Klan members are now rallying behind their leader -- they are dying to get to get back to work (the "Who is paying for the coffins" slide was posted on Twitter by @eduboltito).
The blind devotion on the part of MAGAts calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "Not with this Cult, the Truth is Spoken" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Not with a Club, the Heart is broken" (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: Not with this Cult, the Truth is spoken Nor with the Klan A Group so dull they cannot see what I can They love the Tragic Creature Till they fall, Yet that Group’s End Too easy to enthrall. Calamitous his Word By Lies he spreads – Singing unto the Stones Which are their heads – Shame need not crouch In all of their Affairs – Shame – stand erect – This Universe is theirs. | By Emily Dickinson: Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone – A Whip so small you could not see it I've known To lash the Magic Creature Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name Too noble then to tell. Magnanimous as Bird By Boy descried – Singing unto the Stone Of which it died – Shame need not crouch In such an Earth as Ours – Shame – stand erect – The Universe is yours. |