Along with millions of others, I’ve been further contemplating the failed assasination attempt. Not so much wondering about the trustworthiness of the SS (because, no matter what the real situation was that day, it’s obvious that Trump, who can afford it, needs to fire them all and get his own security), as to the significance of what happened that most of us can agree to.
I boil it down to three elements, two of them characteristics of Trump himself, opposing qualities within him, which both surged to the surface in full force.
And the third an element that none of us can understand with our rational brains.
The first two: Trump demonstrated both intense vulnerability and extreme strength, courage (fight! fight! fight!): in spades.
The bloodied face and being lifted and helped by others showed the world that Trump, no matter how invincible he seems, is not. That’s he’s just like all the rest of us, a suffering human being. Anyone with even an ounce of empathy was moved by that display. And yes, that’s most of us, even those afflicted with the TDS drummed into them by MSM.
The third: what even “atheists” will have trouble not admitting: DIVINE INTERVENTION. Had he not turned his face exactly when he did, Trump would have had his head blown off, reminding us of JFK.
An infinitesimal, seemingly arbitrary, slice of space/time made the difference between not only death and life for one individual, but for, likely, the United States as a whole, and by extension, the entire world population.
Trump’s near-death experience has unified the world.
Truly, now that he’s been so anointed, Trump moves into the realm of archetype, the kind of heroic figure that comes along once in a millennium. May we treasure and pray for his continued survival.
I can only imagine that whatever faith Trump had before, has now magnified to infinity.
