I talked about "cope". People use lots of different ways to form coping habits. Some reach for drugs or alcohol. Some embrace bullshit media narratives. Some dive down a conspiracy theory rabbit hole. And Trump, who eschews having interiority for being digitally anal expulsive, litters his own corner of the internet with conspiracy theories and excuses in what I have called "going boom." He posts online in big tangles of thought to help himself--because he can't help himself. He is always trying to message "No, no, not the thing you are seeing: the thing I want you to see."
I don't know how his little fan club falls for it because it's so plaintive and obvious. Maybe they fall for his toddler-like vulnerability. I dunno. He just recently suggested his JCOS Mark Milley deserved to be put up against the firing squad for telling on him. Whether this is because he's a potential witness against Trump in one of his many upcoming trials, I can't be sure, but boy, I guess.
Although Trump considers himself well-cleared of the "Russia. Russia, Russia" mishagas, I've noticed that he keeps coming back to it like a dog* to its sick. Maybe it isn't so crazy? After all, the reason Russia would have wanted a pliable person in office in the US is because they were always planning to fuck up Ukraine, and they even sent their man Manafort in to help him. No one is supported by as many obvious greyzone fuckfaces and is spouting so many BS conspiracy theories (how did yon fuckfaces miss equating Iran "pallets of cash" after the JCPOA with the recent unfreezing of funds in the recent prisoner exchange? Lazy asses. Had their shit better together in 2016.)
And Trump makes it clear what he would do: sell Ukraine down the river. He still counts on Putinist propagandists like MTG, Meathead Mike, and Tulsi Fucking Gabbard to cast doubt on whether Ukraine was even invaded and is in a defensive war?
Things anyone should be relatively sure of. I don't like people who lie about obvious things. Do you?
Anyway, he uses the term "Enemy of the People" to describe the "Lugenpresse". Of such is his manner of coping. I notice that by crossing the Rubicon, Gaius Julius became a hostis publicus. Transgression worked well for him until it didn't. The Ides of March--
Trump's trial schedule.
Trump is no Caesar. He served no army, commands no legions worth calling them such. He's spouting off a negative confession but his heart is far heavier than a feather. He's mad as hell because the truth is being told about him, without him.
And he's running out of cope, because he's told it all before, and it stops working after a while. He wants to declare himself the winner of an election he might not even be a free man to see, because he probably did indeed break the law. He knows it. And so he blames others for pointing out the evidence.
This is a very unfit person for anything. But this level of cope suggests something terrible is incoming.
*Actual legitimate use of "like a dog", for Trump's educational benefit.