Thousands of Trump trolls gloating over his election victory and bellowing about the certainty a two-term presidency have been bashing my political posts daily since I starting writing them last fall.
I have been called every name in the raving right-wing playbook, taunted for the size of my nose, the shade of my skin, and the inadequacies of my intellect. I have been accused of being on George Soros’ payroll (not true, he just offers an occasional headline!). I have been loudly invited to return to Israel (I’ve never been to Israel and I’m only half Jewish — the nose half, I was informed), threatened with a punch in the face “when you least expect it,” and told by one of my repeat tormentors that I should have died in the ovens “with no clothes on” — although I doubt the addition of a shirt and pants would have spared me much discomfort.
What do I think it means that all those puffed up POTUS propagandists have stopped trolling me online and have slithered back to the insanity of Hannity?
I think it means that they’re getting the picture, that Mueller’s indictment of Mike Flynn has made it clear, even to them, that Benedict Donald’s days are now numbered, that the president is boxed in and can’t lie, cheat, or buy his way out of trouble anymore.
You know how people suddenly stop wearing their favorite fan cap when the sports season goes bust and the playoffs are out of reach? It’s kind of like that. Suddenly, the red MAGA hats aren’t so much fun to wear and defending a loser has lost its luster. Having once stood with Trump, now they’re not so pumped.