During the half-hour a day that I allow myself to acknowledge the presence of that Trump guy in all our lives, I sometimes feel a bit (just a bit) sorry for his supporters. I don't agree with their view of how the world should work or what would make America better but I can understand some of their concerns and ideas. I don't think they're all in bad faith as some of the louder ones might lead us to believe.
Whether you're Liberal or Conservative — or even pro- or anti-Trump, which lately doesn't seem like quite the same division of camps — it helps to remember that neither side is wholly represented by their loudest voices, especially when those loud voices have career and financial reasons for yelling so loudly.
And I'm thinking how disappointing it must be — to say nothing of fatiguing — to have to keep defending and making excuses for Donald Trump's behavior when he's as big a self-absorbed asshole as he's been about the murder of the Reiners. Or when he insists "affordability" is a hoax Democrats came up with and his handling of the economy merits an A+++++++++ grade. Seems to me the drop we've seen in his MAGA support is just followers of his getting exhausted pretending he's the president they thought they were voting for.
My closest Trump-supporting friend has given up trying to explain why Joe Biden's apparent senility was utterly disqualifying and Trump's isn't as bad. He won't even try to explain away the Reiner posts or the possibility that the U.S. is murdering people on fishing boats who have zero to do with drug trafficking. And I suspect he dreads the possibility that what's revealed of The Epstein Files will put him in the position of defending pedophilia.
I'd list more things that must cause Trump backers discomfort but my half-hour is just about up. There are folks out there who'll support this man even when he gets around to murdering people on Third Street, as he once claimed he could. But for another chunk of his 42% approval rating, I think their time is just about up too.