Looking forward to more bangers. This article resonates strongly with my feelings ever since the first assassination attempt and also beforehand (that evening I ordered a Trump flag to proudly fly in deep-blue Chicago suburbs). It’s a struggle to define my adoration of Trump even to a friendly crowd. Though it’s always funny that they have little to say afterwards. I think even the most liberal TDS-addled brain knows what they saw on July 13th.
It’s not love, like romantic or familial love, obviously. And it’s not Christian reverence or worship, as if Trump is the second coming of Christ (he’s self-evidently not). But history chose him that day. It felt that way in the moment and an election sweep and nonstop winning afterwards just adds to the narrative.
Your comparison to Caesar or other great kings is probably appropriate, and explains my inability to otherwise put it into words. We don’t have these figures these days, both because of our government’s structure and society’s obsession with tearing everything down. It was probably a healthy feeling to have towards a leader, one that’s been lost through years of corrupt, lacking leaders.
GoT was a great show to start, but perhaps this hunger for charisma is what brought so much adoration for Ned Stark. We don’t see it much these days. For an egomaniac, Trump sure has given up a lot for the country.
A society that can love its leaders is a healthy one. It is the natural state of things, and that we can no longer do this, and/or feel embarrassed by these feelings is a sign that we have strayed.
I finally had some time to read this essay. Excellent work.
The moment Trump was shot, and then got back up without concern for his life to rally his supporters to fight, not only changed Trump, but changed the perception of Trump.
People I know who weren't going to vote for him, political moderates if you will, all of a sudden started to praise him, and then eventually voted for him.
That moment has a chance to change the trajectory of the United States. We are finally blessed with a hero in a world increasingly devoid of such. He cannot do it alone, but he has galvanized many to fight by his side.
I understand the “love” of which you speak. In 2016, I was a 21-22 year old male, going to university in Philadelphia. Raised in a Republican family, yet ignorant to the world around me. I saw and hated the division that the Obama administration was sowing. I found in the GOP primary field a man named RAND PAUL, and he proved to me that there was at least one, honest, principled politician out there, when I’d begun to believe my entire reality was corrupt. I fell in love with Rand Paul, the man and what he stood for. As the race wore on, Rand had long since ended his campaign, and it was Trump vs. Clinton. I began to see that authenticity in Trump. I felt this great energy and love, and I remember channeling my love for those two great men into my marathon training. Many late autumn nights were spent running with the Philadelphia skyline behind me, and the IDEAS of Rand Paul and Donald Trump resonating as loudly as the music in my headphones. It was and still is love
One of the most outstanding pieces I’ve read in some time. By some turn of fate or divine miracle, we have entered the golden timeline. Trump is a truly Carlylian figure seemingly out of a story book.
Looking forward to more bangers. This article resonates strongly with my feelings ever since the first assassination attempt and also beforehand (that evening I ordered a Trump flag to proudly fly in deep-blue Chicago suburbs). It’s a struggle to define my adoration of Trump even to a friendly crowd. Though it’s always funny that they have little to say afterwards. I think even the most liberal TDS-addled brain knows what they saw on July 13th.
It’s not love, like romantic or familial love, obviously. And it’s not Christian reverence or worship, as if Trump is the second coming of Christ (he’s self-evidently not). But history chose him that day. It felt that way in the moment and an election sweep and nonstop winning afterwards just adds to the narrative.
Your comparison to Caesar or other great kings is probably appropriate, and explains my inability to otherwise put it into words. We don’t have these figures these days, both because of our government’s structure and society’s obsession with tearing everything down. It was probably a healthy feeling to have towards a leader, one that’s been lost through years of corrupt, lacking leaders.
GoT was a great show to start, but perhaps this hunger for charisma is what brought so much adoration for Ned Stark. We don’t see it much these days. For an egomaniac, Trump sure has given up a lot for the country.
A society that can love its leaders is a healthy one. It is the natural state of things, and that we can no longer do this, and/or feel embarrassed by these feelings is a sign that we have strayed.
I finally had some time to read this essay. Excellent work.
The moment Trump was shot, and then got back up without concern for his life to rally his supporters to fight, not only changed Trump, but changed the perception of Trump.
People I know who weren't going to vote for him, political moderates if you will, all of a sudden started to praise him, and then eventually voted for him.
That moment has a chance to change the trajectory of the United States. We are finally blessed with a hero in a world increasingly devoid of such. He cannot do it alone, but he has galvanized many to fight by his side.
If nothing else, at least we have a chance.
I understand the “love” of which you speak. In 2016, I was a 21-22 year old male, going to university in Philadelphia. Raised in a Republican family, yet ignorant to the world around me. I saw and hated the division that the Obama administration was sowing. I found in the GOP primary field a man named RAND PAUL, and he proved to me that there was at least one, honest, principled politician out there, when I’d begun to believe my entire reality was corrupt. I fell in love with Rand Paul, the man and what he stood for. As the race wore on, Rand had long since ended his campaign, and it was Trump vs. Clinton. I began to see that authenticity in Trump. I felt this great energy and love, and I remember channeling my love for those two great men into my marathon training. Many late autumn nights were spent running with the Philadelphia skyline behind me, and the IDEAS of Rand Paul and Donald Trump resonating as loudly as the music in my headphones. It was and still is love
Trump is an embodiment of Pietas and he instills this virtue among all his followers.
One of the most outstanding pieces I’ve read in some time. By some turn of fate or divine miracle, we have entered the golden timeline. Trump is a truly Carlylian figure seemingly out of a story book.