American Politics, an epic fairy tale
I recently re-read The Emperor’s New Clothes by Hans Christian Andersen. In it, a vain, narcissistic emperor becomes convinced by swindling weavers that he is wearing the best ever, most beautiful clothes that they have fashioned in his honor. They tell him that only fools and incompetent people cannot see the clothes. They flatter him, and none of his ministers or congressmen dare to say anything about the truth when he sends them to check out the weavers’ work and report back to him.
Finally, he goes before the people, buck naked, resplendent in his imagination of being the best, top-notch emperor, and a child (the electorate, the common people!) calls him out , speaking truth to power “the emperor has no clothes.”
And thus begins the end of Trumpism. Hallelujah!