Trump and the Goblin Theory.

I find the current spat between Trump and the four congresswomen-of-color quite interesting. On the surface it appears to be just another of those bits of small-minded invective by which he routinely trashes America’s reputation in the world, but now I’m not so sure. We all know that Trump is an idiot, but even I didn’t think he was quite this big an idiot. So now I have a theory.

I’ve occasionally wondered how such a presumably busy man as a US President could spend so much of his precious time sitting in front of a computer twittering inanely, so maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he has an entourage of grizzled little goblins sequestered in a secret place deep below the oval office (or should that be the Oval Office? If so, apologies for any unintentional disrespect visited upon the flag or political institutions of the good old US of A – which actually isn’t so very old at all, but let’s leave that one for another time.) Or maybe they live in subterranean caverns deep beneath the mountains of West Virginia and travel to the White House along secret passageways every time the Great Thatched One calls. And maybe it’s the goblins who write the tweets.

You see, what Trump apparently said in that seemingly outrageously stupid tweet is actually quite clever. It delivers the kind of message in the kind of language that would naturally appeal to his fan base, and in so doing ingratiates him into their affections even more than he is already. It’s just that the goblin who wrote it was presumably somewhat inept (or maybe dysfunctional) by goblin standards and went a bit too far this time.

If that is the case, then the really frightening fact for Americans of sense – and even the rest of the world over which Trump claims proprietorial rights – is that Trump even has a fan base.