Donald Trump at the Iowa Fair

Increasingly, I find myself a committed Donald fan. His business knowledge is impressive, but in politics I am struck by two things. His knowledge of the minds of the populace and how to massage them, and what is either his incredible luck or his extraordinary thoroughness in planning and choreography.

Both were on display at the Iowa fair.

Clinton, walking with the former Democratic U.S. senator from Iowa, Tom Harkin, shook hands with supporters, with a large press pack in tow.

As the group neared a meat-on-a-stick stand, a helicopter began circling overhead.

“It’s the Donald!” yelled an onlooker, as eyes shifted to the sky.

I dealt with a narcissist for a very long time, and took me nearly all of that time to begin to see the world through his eyes, and learn how to press his buttons. Donald’s ability to press narcissist buttons is so great, I can’t imagine how he could possibly have acquired it without having dealt with one, somewhere, for an extended period.

There is nothing which would fuck with a narcissist’s head like this little interlude, and it was so perfectly executed I find myself thinking it had to be coordinated.

When Hillary showed up, she expected to be the center of attention. Everything went as she expected it. The media gathered around her. People began to follow her.

Then as she begins moving, so on cue you’d think it had to be coordinated, a helicopter flies in and begins circling overhead. Somebody, probably a Trump plant, points to the sky and shouts, “It’s the Donald!,” as if he is some superhero about to descend from the sky and fight off a supervillan to save everyone at the fair. It was like the way a fanciful child would day dream about arriving at some school event, as all the kids Ohh’d and Ahhh’d, only Donald was doing it for real.

Hillary is the epitome of the practiced politician, which means she isn’t going to say or do anything interesting. On top of that, everybody has seen her song and dance for decades now, to the point that we are all sick of it. Donald is brash and dynamic. Even he probably doesn’t know what is about to come out of his own mouth from moment to moment. He is media gold.

The moment somebody pointed to the sky and said, “It’s the Donald!” you know what happened. All the media dropped Hillary like a hot potato and ran to Trump’s helicopter to see what he’d do. Just to emphasize it, I think Trump had someone yell out the obvious.

“You’ve got more people than Clinton!” came from the crowd, which swelled to hundreds within minutes.

“Say that again!” Trump called.

There are two things which devastate a narcissist. Attention flowing away to someone else, and someone showing off a superior procession, skill, or attribute. Here, in a moment, Hillary found herself going from being the center of attention, to watching all that attention flow like a tsunami, away from her and toward the Donald, as he is getting off his personal helicopter emblazoned with his own name to greet throngs of awed fans. As I contemplate it, I want to double over laughing.

I remember my narcissist once accidentally letting out what he feared most. Somebody was going to garner more attention than he was at a function, and he grew enraged, waving his hands over his head and exclaiming, “So I’m just going to be off on the side, like some kind of shithead over here?!” They don’t want to be the center of attention – they need to be the center of attention, or else it is torture, in a way no normal human could imagine.

And there Hillary was, just another shithead over on the side, as King Donald the billionaire exited his personal helicopter and walked among his awestruck fans in the glare of the media spotlight that should have been Hillary’s. That type of amygdala hijack will burn itself into the brain. If Donald ever had to debate Hillary, she would reflexively get bitter, envious, and enraged at the sight of him, based solely on this event, wholly absent his history of insulting and demeaning her. That type of emotional foundation is what would lay the groundwork for a quality amygdala hijacking throughout the debate, making Hillary emotional and reactive, instead of thoughtful and measured. In such a state, she’d be much more likely to blow her top.

It was so perfect, I cannot believe the timing and choreography were totally by accident. If they weren’t, it speaks to a genius and conscientiousness which means Donald will last long into this Presidential campaign, and be a force to be reckoned with. In fact, if the timing and choreography of this was planned, I would go so far as to say the nomination would almost certainly be his, because nobody else seems to be that completely in the game, or as thorough in the planning and execution of the spectacle that is their candidacy.

This could be once in a lifetime candidacy stuff.