Trump's Wrappers in the Wind

Tastes like defeat.

 In a May 2025 post, “None so Blind,” I wrote the following:

It’s the perfect depiction of MAGA’s desperate, unrequited adoration for its market-motivated messiah. As the fawning MAGA crowd waits impatiently behind the fence, Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene stands on the privileged side of the temporary barrier, clapping adoringly while watching her monarch de-board Trump Force One and walk right past her without so much as an acknowledging nod.

At about the same time, MTG asked Trump to endorse her candidacy for U.S. Senator in her home state of Georgia. Trump nixed the notion. Now, Trump is paying the price for behaving as he always does: If a person is useful to him, he will praise and throw candy to that person, but when that person is no longer useful, they are the empty candy wrappers whisked away by the wind. Easily forgotten.

Now, MTG has become one of Trump’s chief critics, a half-eaten Starburst stuck to the posterior of his pants. And while MTG’s following does not match Trump’s in numbers or in fervency, she still can peel away enough MAGA voters to tank Republicans’ chances in the upcoming midterms and, even more ominously, in the 2028 general election.

Trump’s primary motivating emotion is and always has been revenge. Now, he’s getting a taste of his own medicine, and it will taste more like candy wrappers than candy.