Just as there are people still waiting to be Raptured.
Just as there were, for many years, Japanese soldiers hiding in the jungles of the South Pacific, convinced that WWII was still a "thang", indeed a "winnable thang", long after the A bombs had closed that book.
Just as there are no doubt countless steamer trunks, full of Confederate War bonds tucked away in double wide trailers all across the South, hoping for...well, you know.
So there are apparently millions of people willing to send money to Donald J. Trump for his next "campaign" or "audit" or "whatever".
Other than the "whatever" part, none of this money will be spent on what they think.
No, Donald J. Trump will spend that money on debt service, on lawyers, on trying to maintain what remains of his lifestyle.
On propping up the crumbling facade of "whatever" remains of Trump World.
The campaign will never happen. The audits are a lunatic's fantasy. Hopefully, "whatever" is left of the Trump family in 2024 will be doing laps around the yard of a maximum security prison somewhere hot.
It is not really that surprising that the chuckle headed MAGAts still, against all reason and all reality, continue to send whatever money they can scrape together to Trump.
They believe in him. Just like many of them believe in the pompadoured flim-flam men that sell them Jesus.
And so, money they can't afford to part with is bundled off for yet another Salvation raffle ticket. Collect the whole set. All the while they sit and wait while their Shepherd expands his media empire, buys the latest Gulfstream, and chuckles all the way to the bank.
I wonder what will happen when the Men O' God figure out that Trump's grift is cutting into their grift?
Hell to pay, I'd say.
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