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| Meme depicting Trump as "God Emperor" |
Most of the people I know support Trump in some form or fashion. They view him as the lesser of two evils. They’re not zealots or cultists; they’re simply tired of being lied to, taxed to death, and treated as enemies in their own country. Whatever their faults, they still strike me as normal people—men and women who go to work, raise families, pay bills, and try to keep their sanity amid the noise.
By contrast, the few Democrats I know tend to live in a state of permanent agitation. They’re emotional wrecks—angry and belligerent about everything and nothing. Obsessed with political mythologies, they refuse to let go of narratives long since debunked. I’m not sure what they’re so upset about, considering we live in an overwhelmingly blue city in a blue state—a world of their own making. They just elected a socialist mayor, for heaven's sake. Politics for them has become a substitute religion, complete with saints, devils, rituals, and heresies.
So when, at the Election Day party I attended (even though I don't vote), I finally met him—the MAGA unicorn, the mythical creature Democrats keep insisting represents the norm—I was genuinely curious. This was the deplorable bogeyman they’d been warning us about: the extremist, the fascist, the racist white male. Except he wasn’t white. He was Puerto Rican.
Friendly enough, he was clearly deep down the rabbit hole. What followed was a torrent of fantastical claims so numerous and wild I could hardly keep track. According to him, Trump was on the verge of unveiling hidden technologies, including time travel, teleportation, secret bases on the Moon and Mars, miracle cures to prolong life indefinitely, and even a new monetary system to liberate mankind from debt. In short, “God Emperor” Trump was not merely going to Make America Great Again—he was going to inaugurate a new golden age for homo americanus.
If the Democrats’ ideology revolves around naïve utopian delusions—egalitarianism, climate hysteria, and the dream of global governance—this was their mirror image: a techno-messianic fantasy dressed in red, white, and blue.
Trump as avatar—the incarnation of God, a strain of Esoteric Trumpism that almost makes the mystical Hitlerism of Savitri Devi and Miguel Serrano seem measured by comparison, though not quite as unhinged as those who believed Biden possessed all his mental faculties while in office.
The difference, perhaps, is only in aesthetics. Both sides crave salvation without repentance, progress without humility, paradise without God.
What struck me more than the fantasies themselves was not the absurdity of his claims, but the hunger behind them. He wanted to believe in something greater than the world we’ve made. Looking around, who could blame him?
~ By Giovanni di Napoli, November 6th, Feast of San Leonardo di Noblac
