When he’s on his awful game, he taps the audiences anger and hatred and snarls it back at them in fiery, vitriolic flames that rev them up even more.
Tonight, he had no connection. He couldn’t hit the notes... couldn’t feel the pulse.
Their facades of bravado and strength and aggression are just porcelain shells around broken self-esteems.
The second they fear they’ve been caught, outed or knocked down, they lose the mojo...
...at least until they regroup.
It was a chance to see a narcissist with a fractured facade, trying to play the role but without the conviction.
By tomorrow, he’ll start to seal up the wound and convert the insecurity into anger and aggression again.
Won’t be full-blast though.
He’ll focus group the bits and pieces at a lowish volume and then amp up the ones that seem to be playing well - or not failing at least.
He’ll work his way back to angry combativeness but not instantly.
He’s on his back foot, reeling a bit, and doesn’t have the self-assurance to throw haymakers.
Look for a sedate morn.
It’s all just weather.
Ya can’t get blown about by it regardless of what’s in the forecast though.
It’s just weather. It’ll change. It always does.
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