Trump Ran on Nothing
I am sick and tired of pundits—on the right and the left—saying, “Trump ran on [insert anything here].”
It doesn’t matter what they say. The truth is: Trump ran on nothing.
He held cult-of-personality rallies where he ranted about electric boats jumping sharks, windmills killing whales, dishwashers taking too long, water pressure being ruined by “woke” regulations, and Arnold Palmer's junk. This wasn’t a political platform—it was a stand-up routine scribbled in crayon.
And for those protesting, “But he released Platform 47 on his website!”—yes, he did. But Platform 47 was just Project 2025 repackaged, nearly word-for-word—a dystopian playbook that Trump himself publicly claimed to know nothing about.Because his ramblings were often unintelligible, the media took on the role of interpreter. It was as if they believed that his thoughts were being broadcast on a secret carrier wave only they could hear. Suddenly, it was the media’s job to sane-wash his ramblings while reminding us—endlessly—that Joe Biden is old.
Meanwhile, bad-faith actors like Joe Rogan—patron saint of incels—made Trumpism somehow feel countercultural. To a generation raised on institutional distrust, Trump wasn’t the old guard. He was the middle finger. They didn’t care what he said—only that he sounded pissed off while saying it. To them, that was enough.
But here’s the thing:If you’re watching a debate and your guy is yelling, “They are eating the dogs! They are eating the cats!”—and your thought is, “Nailed it!”—then we need to talk. Because at that point, one of two things is happening:You are being profoundly intellectually dishonest. You’ve checked your critical thinking at the door, traded truth for tribal loyalty, and decided that performance matters more than coherence.
Or worse—you’re just unwell. You’ve detached from reality. You’ve crossed into a mindset where misinformation feels like insight, where absurdity feels like strength, and where truth is whatever your side says it is.
Either way, this comfort with nonsense is dangerous. It erodes critical thought. It makes facts negotiable. It transforms public discourse into performance art, where applause lines matter more than policy and outrage drowns out reason.
Trump didn’t win because he inspired.
He won because America was tired.
Tired of nuance.
Tired of facts.
Tired of thinking.
I'm just saying.


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