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Came across this after a recommendation from MORNING JOE and I found it to be perfect and one of the best analysis of Trump that has yet been produced. It is by Kevin Williamson writing in the conservative NATIONAL REVIEW magazine.
Donald Trump Can?t Close Deal, Failing Salesman | National Review
It helps if you have seen the excellent film or play GLENGARY GLEN ROSS and its slimy world of dealing in fake real estate. But even if you have not, it still rings loudly and clearly like the bells of Notre Dame being called to life by an angry Quasimodo trying to repel the assault on the cathedral.
Rarely do you read a piece that is just so spot on.
Enjoy. Here is a small sample but please do read the entire essay.
Donald Trump Can?t Close Deal, Failing Salesman | National Review
It helps if you have seen the excellent film or play GLENGARY GLEN ROSS and its slimy world of dealing in fake real estate. But even if you have not, it still rings loudly and clearly like the bells of Notre Dame being called to life by an angry Quasimodo trying to repel the assault on the cathedral.
Rarely do you read a piece that is just so spot on.
Enjoy. Here is a small sample but please do read the entire essay.
Trump is the political version of a pickup artist, and Republicans — and America — went to bed with him convinced that he was something other than what he is. Trump inherited his fortune but describes himself as though he were a self-made man. We did not elect Donald Trump; we elected the character he plays on television. He has had a middling career in real estate and a poor one as a hotelier and casino operator but convinced people he is a titan of industry. He has never managed a large, complex corporate enterprise, but he did play an executive on a reality show. He presents himself as a confident ladies’ man but is so insecure that he invented an imaginary friend to lie to the New York press about his love life and is now married to a woman who is open and blasé about the fact that she married him for his money. He fixates on certain words (“negotiator”) and certain classes of words (mainly adjectives and adverbs, “bigly,” “major,” “world-class,” “top,” and superlatives), but he isn’t much of a negotiator, manager, or leader. He cannot negotiate a health-care deal among members of a party desperate for one, can’t manage his own factionalized and leak-ridden White House, and cannot lead a political movement that aspires to anything greater than the service of his own pathetic vanity. He wants to be John Wayne, but what he is is “Woody Allen without the humor.” Peggy Noonan, to whom we owe that observation, has his number: He is soft, weak, whimpering, and petulant. He isn’t smart enough to do the job and isn’t man enough to own up to the fact. For all his gold-plated toilets, he is at heart that middling junior salesman watching Glengarry Glen Ross and thinking to himself: “That’s the man I want to be.” How many times do you imagine he has stood in front of a mirror trying to project like Alec Baldwin? Unfortunately for the president, it’s Baldwin who does the good imitation of Trump, not the other way around.
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