MAGA Are Delusional Fools

The world according to Donald Trump is a kind of bargain-bin epic, but the real masterpiece is the fan club that keeps insisting it is hard-hitting non-fiction. At this stage, his separation from reality is less a “difference of opinion” and more a hard launch into an alternate dimension, yet his supporters gaze upon this rift in the fabric of truth and declare, “Yes, finally, someone who tells it like it isn’t.”

They are handed claims that collapse under the slightest contact with evidence—record-breaking crowds that weren’t, landslide victories that didn’t happen, conspiracies so vast they apparently include anyone who has ever read a document—and the reaction is not embarrassment, but enthusiasm. Each debunked story is treated not as a warning sign, but as a plot twist in their favorite show. Courts, investigations, and basic arithmetic all line up to say, “This is nonsense,” and the response is essentially, “Exactly what the villains would say.”

In this saga, Trump is both the almighty genius and the world’s most persecuted man, a flawless winner who somehow keeps being robbed, a champion of law and order who is, coincidentally, never supposed to be subject to it. His supporters nod along as if these contradictions are profound rather than incoherent. The more impossible the story, the more eagerly they embrace it. It is magical realism, minus the realism.

By now, nobody can reasonably claim they “just don’t know what’s true.” The pattern has been flashing in neon for years: lies dressed up as revelations, vindictiveness posing as strength, and constant attacks on any institution that dares to say, “That’s not how reality works.” To stick with him at this point is not an act of confusion; it is a lifestyle choice. It is the decision to treat facts as optional accessories and outrage as a core identity.

So the indictment is almost generous: Trump spins the fantasy, but his supporters keep the franchise alive. They supply the demand for delusion, renew the subscription to unreality, and call it patriotism while doing it. Whatever they tell themselves, they are not being “bold” or “independent thinkers.” They are simply choosing the comfort of a flattering fairy tale over the discomfort of the real world—and insisting the rest of society live inside that fairy tale with them.