It began with as intensely personal an account as any presidential nominee has ever delivered — a step-by-step retelling of his near-death experience. And as soon as that narrative ended, it became… a Trump rally speech, with the prepared text delivered in a monotone worthy of a bus driver’s announcement, interrupted by lengthy ad lib riffs, jokes, shout-outs and a litany of “never seen anything like it” and “like never before.”
Even after what for anyone would be a life-changing experience, Trump remained Trump.
Some Republican allies had claimed he had become a changed man after the assassination attempt. The Trump campaign promised a convention that promoted unity. Trump himself said he ripped up his original speech and that he wouldn’t even mention by name his opponent President Joe Biden. None of it was true; Trump couldn’t help himself . . . .
In the riveting opening of his speech, Trump told a personal story infinitely more compelling than those of other most presidential candidates. . . . the attack just days before the convention, and the narrowness of his escape, made it by far the most powerful of any such account.
[T]hat shooting had no impact at all on the remainder of his meandering and occasionally bizarre speech. Except for one statement that “we must not demonize political disagreements” — a hilarious assertion coming from someone who has urged a military tribunal for one critic and an execution for another, and for whom terms like “vermin” for his enemies are par for the course — the rest of his speech did not reflect a single authentic note of reflection, not a hint that he had given a moment’s thought to a wider, more profound message for the American people.
His convention speech was another example of Trump’s belief — justified to be sure, at least as his followers are concerned — that anything he says, any off-the-wall observation, any “alternative fact,” will be met with rapturous cheers.
The speech, all 90-plus minutes of it, was a lesson to all the talking heads who were seeing in Trump’s demeanor a sense of humility, serenity, a newfound sense of life’s meaning.
Maybe we should have known when he came out in front of a huge electric sign with “TRUMP” lighting up the hall. Even a near-death experience did not change a lifetime of self-aggrandizement.
Trump remains Trump. For a battered, demoralized Democratic Party, that may be the one piece of good news this week.
As for Trump's Kool-Aid drinking cultists, I will never understand their devotion to such an amoral narcissist who cares nothing about them. They are merely sheep to me misled and duped.
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