The Lonely Nihilism Of The Trumpists

One reason I failed to see Donald Trump coming is that I never saw even a single episode of “The Apprentice.” Indeed, I’d be hard put to name a single “reality TV” program I’ve watched from beginning to end. The hallmark of the genre, of course, being its sheer artificiality.

For entertainment I mainly watch ballgames.

So everything I knew about Trump came from the New York tabloids: he was a vainglorious blowhard with more garish taste than Liberace. A publicity hound who’d inherited a whole lot of money, a playboy, and an epic fabulator.

View the complete September 10 article by Gene Lyons on the National Memo website here.