Something Happened!

But what? My colleague suggests Trump "shot his wad", that is, followed the inevitable trajectory of psychotic narcisim and pushed a little too hard, sending all his success over the cliff in one explosive climax. How strange it must have been for him to watch the unleashed monster, the bizarre force he had animated with desire, plunge beyond his control into no-man's land. An ancient but true story. Wad shot, the dream turns to nightmare. But this delirious, passionate "force" ( what the media is labelling mob, thugs, cretins, etc..) was charging forth, inspired by that Myth of the Righteous Crusader, that "the tree of liberty is watered by the blood of tyrants" and now History was in motion! To be an actor in an Epic! All that Marvel comic, paintball warrior Fantasy suddenly come true, all the accoutremonts ( the flak vest, the helmut, the tatoo and flag,) the gear, finally finding a use! The Father phallus Trump had rhetorically touched the flaming core: weak versus strong, false versus True, erasing all doubt. This was It, The Event, the culmination of all those internet hours, all that tweeting and trolling, come to this! So you fight your way in and surge through the doors and...now what? What was the plan exactly? You were following those dudes who were leading the chants but now they seem a bit unsure...Outside the crowd still roars: Stop the Steal! Maybe you did! Because something happened, right?