Trump Isn’t the Disease—He’s the Cold Sore
What if the bull in the china shop is just what 70% of the country asked for?
I don’t know how “good” Trump is as a legislator. Doesn’t matter. What is real is the immune response he triggered.
Millions of Americans who felt cowed—ignored, belittled, scolded—saw in Trump a signal flare. Not because he’s polished or wise. Because he’s not. His chaos mirrors their rage. His vulgarity reflects their exhaustion.
Voting for Trump isn’t a policy decision—it’s an act of sabotage. Not against America, but against the institutions that made them feel voiceless. DEI boards. HR departments. Elite universities. NPR accents. A system that told them they were wrong, evil, outdated—for existing.
People call him “just loud and polarizing.” Sure. But so was punk rock. So was Malcolm X. Loudness isn’t evil—it’s often the tool of those who feel erased.
This is cultural immunology. Trump’s second term is the fever after the body detects an ideological infection. The first 150 days have seen DEI layoffs, NGO collapses, equity hiring freezes, even USAID gutted. Universities, once untouchable, are now battlefield wreckage.
And now, United States v. Skrmetti. The Supreme Court—6-3—upheld Tennessee’s ban on gender-affirming care for minors. That decision didn’t come from nowhere. It’s the latest confirmation that, under Trump’s renewed mandate, the gloves are off. Courts, lawmakers, and governors are done pretending to align with progressive orthodoxy. They’re not afraid to act on the backlash.
Trump isn’t doing all this personally. He doesn’t have to. He’s the accelerant. The lit match. The cold sore. Visible proof that something deeper is erupting.
And no—I’m not saying it’s noble, kind, or just. Deportation is violent. Prison is dehumanizing. America has never promised kindness—only power and law.
We confuse “rights” with moral grace. We imagine the Constitution as empathy. It’s not. We’ve tolerated fascist-adjacent systems for decades—as long as it stayed bureaucratic and discreet. But now? Now it’s on TV. Now it's named.
Two million citizens are imprisoned in America today. No protests. No outcry. We call that justice. But detain a migrant, and suddenly it’s a moral crisis. The distinction is political theater.
And that’s the point: Trump is just the symptom. Not the virus. Not the cause. He’s a cold sore erupting from years of suppressed discontent. Populist nationalism is the actual condition. He’s just the part that broke through the skin.
He offers himself as the sin-eater—willing to be hated so others don’t have to be. And that’s why they love him. That’s why they keep voting for him. Not because they believe he’s good, but because he represents their refusal to submit.
And let’s be honest: his global peers—Putin and Netanyahu—play the same role. Daddy figures. Chaos agents. “Authoritarian” is no longer a slur. It’s shorthand for finally, someone willing to act.
No—I don’t revere Trump. But I understand his function. And until we understand what made him inevitable, we’re only going to see more of him.
The left treats Trump voters like they’re under conservatorship. Like Britney Spears: too unstable to manage their own choices. That smug, condescending moral management is exactly why those voters set fire to the garden. Better salt the earth than be told how to tend it.
Trump is not the disease. He’s just the cold sore.
And America asked for him.
