Trump will not be the nominee of the Republican party.
I’m not much for predictions, but I feel pretty good in making this one: he’s peaking too soon—the nomination fight won’t be decided until next spring, at the earliest—has little support among party elites, and, most crucially, lacks the infrastructure to win the nomination.
He has an audience, not an organization.
That said, I do get why some folks on the right are excited by him: he lays it out there with, as the saying goes, no fucks to give.
That’s what I’ve liked about Hillary Clinton—I keep posting that photo of her banging her fists at one of the endless Benghazi hearings, and head any post about her with “Army of me”—and I’m not the only one. And think about the delight some of us are taking in President Obama’s willingness to plant his flag where’er the hell he pleases.
No more fucks to give, indeed.
It’s just tribalism, a part of the passion of the partisan, and it’s neither pathological nor puzzling: we want our guy or broad to win, and we want to see our guy or broad want to win. And we want them to win for us.
Oh, sure, I’m all about policy and the common good and all that, but, goddammit, I’ve also chosen a side, and I want the candidate on my side to be glad s/he’s on this side. I don’t want someone who’s sorry that s/he’s taken a side.
And I think that’s what those crowds like about Trump: he ain’t sorry for nothin’.
That’s not enough to get him the nomination, but it is enough to get folks to show up and cheer.
And hey, as long as Trump keeps eating away at the base of this fucking guy, I’m all for it.