National Review writer ‘can attest’ to Trump pressing conservatives to say election was ‘stolen’

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No fucking shit. I don’t need some writer from the National Review to tell me Trump pressured GOP leaders to commit sedition and for journalists to write false news. IT WAS COMPLETELY OUT IN THE OPEN.


There is a simple explanation for Trump’s persistency surrounding his obsessive and conspiratorial “the election was rigged” narrative. It’s infuriating that Trump’s supporters and conservatives can’t seem to fundamentally understand what he is; **THE MASHED POTATO STORY** Donald Trump doesn’t like when this story is told. According to Mary Trump, this is a legendary Trump family story that she says shows where the president got his taste for humiliating others. It happened when Donald was **seven** (this is an important figure to keep in mind), and was fighting with his brother Robert. He refused to listen to his mother’s orders for him to stop. Desperate to bring the fighting to an end, 14-year-old Freddy, who is Mary’s father, took matters into his own hands and dumped a bowl of mashed potatoes on Donald’s head. Everyone in the room, except Donald, burst into laughter. *”It was the first time Donald had been humiliated by someone he even then believed to be beneath him. He hadn’t understood that humiliation was a weapon that could be wielded by only one person in a fight,”* Mary Trump wrote. *”From then on, he would never allow himself to feel that feeling again. From them on, he would wield the weapon, never be at the sharp end of it.”* He never forgot the incident, Mary said. He would also become a complete asshole towards his brother for his entire life from then on. When his older sister Maryanne brought it up at a gathering at the White House in 2017, the president *”listened with his arms tightly crossed and a scowl on his face,”* Mary Trump wrote. *”He clearly still felt the sting of that long-ago humiliation,”* There’s one quote that I specifically remember as we dive into Trump’s past. It was one that Trump, in a moment of self reflection, which is seemingly extremely rare explained to a biographer who was interviewing him at the time. The frontrunner for the Republican presidential nomination, Trump, admitted to his biographer that, *”When I look at myself in the first grade and I look at myself now, I’m basically the same. The temperament is not that different.”* Ironically enough, first graders are usually around **seven years old…** Truer words have never been spoken by this man. I don’t know what prompted him to say it, but every once in a while Trump is honest, and it’s usually in the form of some bizarre reflection or confession. Like when he exclaimed that he could shoot somebody on fifth avenue and his voters would still support him The same reporter who nabbed that gem of a quote also was able to get some insight into little Donny boy from his ex wives. *”The little boy that still wants attention,”* explained Marla Maples, Trump’s second wife. She wasn’t the only one who thought so. *”He wants to be noticed,”* said Ivana Trump, wife No. 1, who recalled sending Trump into a fit of rage by skiing past him on a hill in Aspen, Colorado. Mr. Trump stopped, took off his skis and walked off the trail *”He could not take it, that I could do something better than he did,”* she recalled Now this right here tells you everything you need to know. Trump is a child, who under no circumstances can accept or deal with humiliation, failure, anything that might chip away at his ego. He is an undeniable narcissist who seeks constant admiration as a way to validate his existence. Life is a zero sum game and no matter the circumstances, Trump is ALWAYS the winner, even if he has lost (sound familiar?), his ego cannot handle any other narrative, so he has to tell himself, his weak, fragile, insecure self that he’s won, he’s always “the best”, that this or that “is rigged”, that it’s everyone else’s fault, that it’s a “witch hunt”, “fake news”. It’s why he’ll never pass up an opportunity to smear or insult somebody, he creates his own story and his own reality where he is safe from humiliation, shame, embarrassment, failure… Mashed potatoes. It’s why the Emmys were “rigged” when the apprentice didn’t win an award, it’s why the banks and lenders were “rigged” against him when he accrued so much debt as an awful businessman that he claimed a homeless man was worth more than he was at the time. It’s why when Ted Cruz beat him in the primaries, they were also “rigged”, it’s why when he bankrupted several casinos, it was everyone elses fault, it’s why even when he won the election in 2016, the popular vote was still “rigged” against him, and it’s why, in consistent fashion, the 2020 election was stolen from him. To him, he really is still president, because he absolutely cannot accept it any other way. Losing the presidency is, To Trump, equivalent to being his seven year old self with a bowl of mashed potatoes dumped on his head.


Just keep repeating the lie, that’s conservative journalism in a nutshell.


His fragile little ego will never accept that he was beaten. He made up his own version of reality where he was really the winningest winner to ever win, and then surrounded himself with suck-ups that repeat his lies back to him. It’s pathetic.


A number of sources have confirmed that Trump is “trying hard to recruit journalists, politicians, and other influential figures to promulgate this belief,” senior writer C.W. Cooke wrote in a Thursday piece titled “Maggie Haberman Is Right.” Excerpt from the article in question: > The scale of Trump’s delusion is quite startling. This is not merely an eccentric interpretation of the facts or an interesting foible, nor is it an irrelevant example of anguished post-presidency chatter. It is a rejection of reality, a rejection of law, and, ultimately, a rejection of the entire system of American government. There is no Reinstatement Clause within the United States Constitution. Hell, there is nothing even approximating a Reinstatement Clause within the United States Constitution. The election has been certified, Joe Biden is the president, and, until 2024, that is all there is to it. It does not matter what one’s view of Trump is. It does not matter whether one voted for or against Trump. It does not matter whether one views Trump’s role within the Republican Party favorably or unfavorably. We are talking here about cold, hard, neutral facts that obtain irrespective of one’s preferences; it is not too much to ask that the former head of the executive branch should understand them. > Just how far out there is Trump’s theory? Consider that, even if it were true that the 2020 election had been stolen — which it is absolutely not — his belief would still be absurd. It could be confirmed tomorrow that agents working for a combination of al-Qaeda, Venezuela, and George Soros had hacked into every single voting machine in the country and altered the totals by tens of millions, and it would remain the case there is no mechanism within the American legal order for a do-over of any sort. In such an eventuality, there would be indictments, an impeachment drive, and a constitutional crisis. But, however bad it got, Donald Trump would not be “reinstated” to the presidency. That is not how America works, how America has ever worked, or how America can ever work. American politicians do not lose their reelection races only to be reinstalled later on, as might the second-place horse in a race whose winner was disqualified. The idea is otherworldly and obscene. > There is nothing to be gained for conservatism by pretending otherwise. To acknowledge that Trump is living in a fantasy world does not wipe out his achievements or render anything else he has said incorrect. It does not endorse Joe Biden or hand the Republican Party over to Bill Kristol or knock down an inch of the wall on the border. It merely demands that Donald Trump be treated like any other person: subject to gravity, open to rebuttal, and liable to be laughed at when he becomes so unmoored from the real world that it is hard to know where to begin in attempting to explain him.