Trump, the Master Mentalist, succumbed to alliteration to pick a weak running mate.


Now anyone who read even a small fraction of Scott Adams’ writings and hypotheses in the aftermath of Donald Trump’s entrance into the Presidential ring last summer will suspect, and perhaps agree, that the GOP’s putative nominee harbors advanced skills of human manipulation far beyond what his exterior “doofusness” might portend.


Donald Trump, I came to realize, is one of those types of people who appear uncouth and rough;  of dubious nature and intellect, but who, through various forms of exertion, eventually displays an uncanny ability to manage and dictate situations to their own strategic benefit. Trump has wrangled a fortune of billions of dollars and this does not come without a serious dose of manipulation and wicked utilitarianism. When a man amasses and maintains such wealth, he will naturally run afoul of the mandates of prescribed laws and mores, and none of his legal “situations” thus far appear to be of an irredeemable nature (for a billionaire, that is).


What we need to understand is that Donald Trump is a master mentalist.


He reads people, pierces their underpinnings, and responds in the most efficient, pointed manner with the aim to derive most from them what is best for Trump.


In other words, he bleeds the human spirit dry if it’s monetarily or reputationally profitable for Trump, the enterprise.  He has trolled the American people viciously back to his early days of notoriety and infamy.  His ascendance into national politics has highlighted, perhaps aggravated, this insolent sense of defiance; a headstrong demeanor with a genius, soft underbelly.


Donald Trump knows what he’s doing, and even though many of his fanatical devotees believe his choice of Mike Pence as running mate was a pre-ordained feat of genius (which they justify by drawing bulls-eyes around arrows for every contradictory incident), I don’t buy it.  I believe the VP selection rigmarole truly flummoxed Donald Trump, right down to its very flailing end.  Donald Trump is not accustomed to sharing the stage with anyone.  It has never been ingrained in his nature to accommodate the scope and luminosity of the spotlight to fit others. He demonstrated terrible “sharing” skills when it came to picking his VP, and ultimately, he was careless, undisciplined, and worst of all, for a man of Trump’s character, indecisive. Right to the end when it was too late.  For Trump, it was easier to justify and deflect a weak VP choice than to retract such a publicly awaited commitment.  So we are left holding the bag with a globalist fundie-cuck, Mike Pence, Trump’s Presidential baggage.


It’s all good. I will continue to support Trump, but my balloon is a bit deflated.


I have a fringe-worthy theory that Trump, unsure of WTF to do right up until the end, based his choice on some deranged sense of mentalist shenanigans; a spontaneous burst of psyops inflicted on American voters.


We went from the original rush-designed Trump/Pence logo






to the crisper, redesigned






the look is different, but the words are the same.


The alliteration is there.  Slaps us in the face.


Trump’s oldest gimmick, the standby sleight of mental hand, the ideal which he has surreptitiously marketed for underground favor in America is the wall.


The Trump wall. A wall is a barrier, a vertical construction designed to demarcate territories…synonymous with a “fence.”  The fence is more immediate, personal, it relates to personal safety. The wall is our nation, the fence is our backyard, and by equating and extending the wall concept to the personal, Trump is able to ingratiate voters who are “on the fence.”


Fence, Pence.


Alliteration is the last refuge of the mentalist.


When you don’t know who to select for your Vice President, when you are ill-equipped to include others in your circus ring, you defer to cheap mental ploys.


Alliteration never hurt anyone.  The symbolic flag bars on the original logo looked like a fence.  The designer might have taken Trump’s instructions too seriously in the rush to get the product out.  Or maybe, he did exactly what he was instructed to do…