Trump’s Nonsensical Last Gasp

Donald Trump hasn’t been dealing with defeat well. He’s spent the months since his election defeat whining about voter fraud, getting his lackeys to pose bogus legal challenges in several states, wallowing in conspiracy theories, and committing felonies on tape. But the Georgia Senate runoffs happening today provided Trump the perfect opportunity to hold a rally in support of the Republican candidates and break out of his shell.

It was a chance the president would never pass up.

Trump played the hits. He told his supporters that the election was rigged, that there was “no way” he’d lost Georgia. He said his call with Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensberger was “perfect,” echoing his statements about the infamous Ukraine call that got him impeached last year. He also vaguely threatened Vice President Mike Pence, who’s been tasked with Trump’s ultimate last gasp legal effort to overturn the election.

Georgia Senators Kelly Loeffler made her appearance, since the rally was ostensibly to drum up enthusiasm for the runoff. She even riled up the crowd by saying she’d join other Republican Senators who have pledged to challenge electoral college results on Wednesday. But her general blandness only underscored what everyone knew—that this entire theatrical production was for Trump, not her or David Perdue. He even said as much, that he “doesn’t do rallies for other people.”

Last night was unmistakably Trump’s moment. And while he’ll almost definitely hold rallies after he leaves the White House, this could be his last one with the protection and power of the presidency. His crowd was mostly silent and unenergetic while he spoke, but that didn’t matter to Trump. All he wanted was another night in the spotlight doing what he loves most as the walls he’s built around his coddled, ignorant existence come crumbling down around him. Soon enough all his legal challenges will go belly up, some of his most ardent political supporters will turn their backs on him, and he’ll be forced to leave Washington, D.C. in a huff. There’s no one he can call to fix it for him, no mechanism he can bribe to make things right in his mind. He’s got nothing left. But he’ll always have Monday night in Dalton, Ga.