Three words come to mind as I struggle with why anyone would vote for Donald Trump:
Desperate Ignorant and Mean.
The three words do not apply equally to all of Trump’s supporters.
“Mean” may not apply to many of them.
“Desperate” and “Ignorant” would fit all that I have seen and heard.
Desperation drives the masses who would crown Donald King.
They are desperate for a place in a world where they no longer belong.
Theirs is a provincial, narrow, one dimensional world
that has no room in it for complexity, contradiction and lack of conformity.
Everyone in their world must be like everyone else in their world–
or pretend to be.
All that is foreign or different is detested and disallowed.
They would rush to “Build The Wall”
and ship the immigrants back where they come from
(never minding that they all are children of immigrants
and have no more business being here
than any of those they would deport and exclude),
and make everyone drink the same homogenized formula
for looking, if not being, like everyone else.
They are desperate for a world that is like they want their world to be,
and are, like Donald, stuck in a childhood world
of the Terrible Two’s,
insistent and demanding that they be given what they want RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!
Ignorance has nothing to do with education, or with intelligence,
and has everything to do with lack of awareness.
Ignorant people do not see what they look at.
Do not hear what they listen to.
Do not know what they are doing.
Think they are doing one thing when they are doing something else entirely.
Ignorant people are shrouded in a fog of illusion/delusion.
The world does not appear to them as it is,
but as they think it is,
as they say it is,
as they believe it to be.
They are incapable of seeing themselves seeing,
hearing themselves hearing,
feeling themselves feeling,
sensing themselves sensing,
knowing themselves knowing,
understanding themselves understanding.
They are incapable of self-transparency
or reflection of any kind,
but they know what they know.
They know what they like and don’t like,
love and hate,
delight in and despise,
and can be talked into anything
by those who speak their language.
They don’t care what they do or who is hurt in their pursuit
of what is pleasing to them.
The end justifies all necessary means.
And some of them enjoy the pain, agony and anguish they inflict.
“Psychopath” would apply to enough of Trump’s followers
to make a volatile mix
when stirred and shaken with desperation and ignorance.