The day Donald Trump became a politician.


Donald Trump has settled into the conventional game of politics, courtesy of Paul Manafort, his new campaign adviser, who has brought with him a more traditionally ambitiously committed mindset which embraces a strategy more inline with the traditional framework of Best Political Establishment Practices.


This is the dilemma facing the Republican National Committee and its members meeting here this week: Can they cope with Trump, an unpredictable personality who has come this close to winning the presidential nomination with a campaign leaning heavily on direct anger at GOP officials and institutions?
Paul Manafort, Trump’s senior adviser and a long-time Republican operative, said that Trump understands the changing nature of the campaign and is prepared to “evolve.”
“He recognizesto that things aren’t static. That what is right to start the campaign isn’t necessarily the way you finish the campaign,” Manafort told CNN Thursday night after he met with RNC officials here.


Manafort’s current mission (accepted!) is to repaint Donald Trump out of the belligerent corner he’d trapped himself into up to this point in his run, courtesy of his braggadocio and hyperbole.


Donald Trump’s appeal has been that he doesn’t play the normal political game;  something he quite well established all those months after his initial entrance into the Presidential race last summer. That was the wild, anarchic Trump with no fucks to give, but somewhere along the way, something (perhaps, unforeseen) began to take shape and unfold: Trump and his team realized triumph was a serious, looming  possibility. Victory, at hand, has turned Donald Trump into the politician we, and he, desisted. He has won us with his cult of personality and aura of anti-institutional petulance; now we will watch as his new team seeks to merge this anti-Establishment shtick into that of a traditional cog in the political Machine’s gears.


Donald Trump has betrayed, or cemented (as you wish), his Liberal/socially trendy cred by his absorption of SJW mainstream tropes.


He loves the homos and doesn’t mind them using whichever bathroom they desire (the one that reflects the gender they intellectually identify with) and he is skirting precarious BLM groupthink in his restrained, courteous disagreement with the Fed’s decision to replace Andrew Jackson with the underground railroad’s Harriet Tub on the front of the $20 bill.


“I think Harriet Tubman is fantastic,” Trump said. “I would love to leave Andrew Jackson and see if we can come up with another denomination. Maybe we can do the $2 bill? I don’t like seeing it. I think it’s pure political correctness.”
“I would love to see another denomination. I think it could take place,” he continued. “I think it would be more appropriate.”



Hardly the archetypal Trumpian hyperbole that he scripted for himself to get our attention.  Donald Trump is now a politician.


Sorry folks, the carnival is over.


Resume your seats and embrace the new dignified air.