“We have it totally under control. It’s going to be just fine.”
Donald Trump, Jan. 22, 2020
“One day — it’s like a miracle — it will disappear.”
Donald Trump, Feb. 27, 2020
“Anybody that wants a test can get a test.”
Donald Trump, March 6, 2020
“No, I don’t take responsibility at all.”
Donald Trump, March 13, 2020
And yet, many of us still believe.
Meaning the ones who whine how the “fake news” is being mean to Trump when they call him to account for bungling the coronavirus pandemic. Meaning the ones who think the real illness is “Trump Derangement Syndrome”: an inability to appreciate the genius of a man who is, as presidents go, “the best one we’ve had.” Quoth Joanne, a reader from Ohio.
As has often been argued in this space, reasoning with Trump believers is a waste of time. They lack the willingness and the capacity. But one still can’t help marveling at their ability, at this late date and with their lives on the line, to continue to deny the evidence of their senses.
Yes, we all deny reality sometimes; all of us are loath to change our minds even when the facts dictate that we should. That’s a human trait, not an ideological one.
But you always think there will come a moment of reckoning, a moment when even the most truth-phobic and logic-allergic will have to face reality. Where Trump is concerned, however, it turns out — apologies to “Porgy and Bess” — it ain’t necessarily so.