The Trump Campaign

Trump’s Campaign Manager. pic.twitter.com/9hZD7I6IpJ

— Ron Filipkowski (@RonFilipkowski) July 22, 2024

Great platform. I’m sure this will work with non-cultist voters. pic.twitter.com/yNBYqPfjLO

— Ron Filipkowski (@RonFilipkowski) July 22, 2024

Thankfully, almost nobody involved in the Trump campaign or the influencers adjacent to it are able to figure this out. A few like Wolf are sounding the alarm, but most of them just don’t get it. pic.twitter.com/vjHg7kzyDi

— Ron Filipkowski (@RonFilipkowski) July 22, 2024

oh, that part? It’s not just Vance. You can also thank Megyn Kelly:

Disagree. She actually did sleep her way into and upwards in California politics and most women (and men) may learn that and see it for what it is: evidence of an unqualified political aspirant getting ahead based on smthg other than merit. It’s relevant, and fair game. https://t.co/qIrx0xGC6a

— Megyn Kelly (@megynkelly) July 22, 2024

Oh, the people who dashed off their hot takes that the election was over when Trump got his ear nicked.

Silly, silly people.

— Ron Filipkowski (@RonFilipkowski) July 22, 2024

Whatever happened to that? (Bashing the USSS doesn’t count. Nobody cares.) Trump even abandoned his ear bandage after the convention. And what are they campaigning on? Successful women are whores? Pregnant women are incubators? All elections are rigged?  Trump = destiny, and you don’t have a say in the matter?

These are the people who thought they were cruising to victory?

See, they return; ah, see the tentative 

Movements, and the slow feet,

 The trouble in the pace and the uncertain 

 Wavering! 

 See, they return, one, and by one, 

 With fear, as half-awakened; 

 As if the snow should hesitate 

 And murmur in the wind, 

 and half turn back; 

 These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe," 

 inviolable.

 Gods of the wingèd shoe! 

 With them the silver hounds,

 sniffing the trace of air! 

 Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; 

 These the keen-scented; 

 These were the souls of blood.

 Slow on the leash, 

 pallid the leash-men!

—Ezra Pound