Sunday, July 5, 2026

Trump, the Musical

I envision a remake of The Music Man telling the story of Trump, a trickster, fraudster and hustler who concludes he is every outrageous, self-inflating lie he tells about himself. He falls for himself, or the idea and invention of himself because there's nothing there. Language fails us but I think we can portray it, as a matter of art. Love, for example, can't exist within the gravitational pull of Trump's egotism. 

I know, hard to get your head around. Trump is alone in the universe. 

Trump's self-centeredness -- again, language fails but work with me -- creates a draft, vortex or suction of such ridiculous force it swallows people instantly into the black hole of Trump's nothingness. We can't imagine it without reference to something or without meaning attached to it but we have to get past that. Meaning doesn't exist in proximity to Trump. How the fuck do we portray that? 

With negative space. We can infer the shape and substance of Trump from his effects, and the area of devastation around him. 

The things we value, love, family, our health, connection with nature, security, beauty, vanish into the void encountering Trump's influence. Their lack defines Trump. Vampire elements are in play, but vampires are intelligible. Reason, ethics, right and wrong -- vaporize on contact with Trump. Trump is a void. The currency among people is meaning, in my opinion. It's not the currency with Trump. 

Trump is an invitation to abandon your humanity and assimilate with him in the void. As I say, impossible to confront directly. I try to imagine Trump's aloneness. Truly, he is alone in the universe. Nothing means anything. Everything is terrifying and incomprehensible. Or, he doesn't know what intelligibility is. He's never experienced it. The fear is unfathomable, existential and all-consuming. 

He is so incredibly fucking alone. Now, to give you an example of a song, there might be a version of this some maiden sings to Trump before her humanity is destroyed, and then Trump singing a version 'Till There Was Me' after annihilating the maiden, which Trump sings to himself.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zmt9d6zr0bs&si=I7JlSnhKQPMS65u-

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