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What was sickening about being there in person was watching the Trump fans around me and realizing that there was nothing shocking about it to them. The hate was the thing that they were there to cheer for; the nastier the nickname, the cruder the slur, the bigger the roar. The people around me were not threatening or particularly angry, but they were all in, it appeared, on the worst aspects of Trumpism—the cult of personality, the calculated hurling of vicious insults, the demonization of entire groups of people. “Tampon Tim” and Harris’s “pimp handlers” were not regrettable aspects of the rally, as the Trump apologists, in what remains of the Republican Party’s old establishment, still pretend. (See: Haley, Nikki.) They were the attraction. It’s also true that most people in the audience sat politely for hours, some of them munching on popcorn or texting their friends during the dull parts. Call it the banality of evil. When Trump finally came onstage, many of those sitting near me jumped up to take selfies—from our nosebleed seats, the backdrop was a sea of red hats, the tiny figure of Trump on the stage far below us, and a giant screen much closer by with the strongman slogan “Trump Will Fix It.”


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https://www.newyorker.com/news/letter-from-bidens-washington/garbage-time-at-the-2024-finish-line

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