I don't know the author of this but it's spot on.
" Trump Supporter: I can see why you think Trump is a despicable human being . . . how could you think otherwise when the news and Hollywood are so against him?
Me: If you take one thing away from this exchange, let it be this: When it comes to Donald Trump, the LAST thing any of us need is an interpreter, a conduit, or a “portrayal” – whether from the media or Hollywood or anywhere else – to tell us what we just witnessed. No American figure in recent memory is more comfortable laying his complete, unvarnished essence right out there at the podium for us to see and hear first-hand. We know he’s a bigot, an ignoramus, a con man, and a narcissist not because the press or Hollywood tells us, but because HE tells us.
When we read his midnight tweets hurling schoolyard put-downs at one individual or another who didn’t kiss his ass to the degree he expects, or when he spends his first year in office holding monthly rallies for the sole purpose of gloating over his electoral victory, or when we see footage of cabinet meetings that begin with each person at the table taking their mandatory turn heaping praise on him, we don’t need Rachel Maddow to convince us that he’s got a glass ego and a need for adulation.
When he argues, publicly and openly, that reporters should be fired for writing negative stories about him or that judges have no business overturning his executive orders, we don’t need George Clooney to alert us that the President doesn’t understand the basic concept of democratic government.
When he refers to the “President” of Puerto Rico, describes health insurance as if it works the same way as life insurance, wonders aloud what “community college” means (and guesses wrong), and claims the White House doesn’t have a real name, we don’t rely on Sean Penn to find out that Trump doesn’t place any real weight on knowing what the hell he’s talking about.
When we see the revolting spectacles of him urging a convention of Boy Scouts to boo his predecessor, inviting a rock star who advocated that same President’s assassination to the White House as a guest, and labeling the White House too much of a “dump” for his family’s luxurious tastes, we don’t need to read a Eugene Robinson column to know that he doesn’t maintain the traditional dignity and respect for the office of the Presidency.
When he goes golfing on Martin Luther King Day, brushes off a question about meeting with the Congressional Black Caucus by jeering at the reporter, “I dunno . . . are YOU gonna set it up?” (Hey, they’re black and she’s black, right?), or pardoning a sheriff found guilty of multiple counts of racist patterns of law enforcement, we don’t need to watch “The View” so that Whoopi Goldberg or Joy Behar can inform us of where his loyalties lie in terms of race.
When we see him – again, ON CAMERA – assuring his audiences that “I’ll pay your legal fees” if they rough up protesters too viciously, encouraging cops to be MORE violent in making arrests, gloating over “crowd size” at flood-relief appearances, and mentioning that “some of my friends come here to get rich!” as his rationale for praising certain African leaders on how well they’re running their countries, it doesn’t take a Michael Moore documentary for any cognizant viewer to know that . . . well, that we’re dealing with a real slime.
When Hillary Clinton pointed out, in the first debate, that Trump (1) had openly CELEBRATED the Mortgage Crisis of 2008, in which thousands of people lost their homes, as a great opportunity for the investor class, and (2) had a long record of stiffing contractors for the services they provided his businesses, and rather than expressing remorse, he brushed the revelations off with “It’s called business” and “Maybe I just didn’t like their work,” we didn’t need to watch Jimmy Kimmel that night to know beyond any doubt that we were dealing with a sociopath – with someone who’s not the least bit troubled by the suffering of others.
So I’d strongly suggest dropping any invocation of Hollywood or the media in relation to the revulsion Trump inspires in any thinking, feeling person. Their commentary on his idiocy and inhumanity might offer a touch of reaffirmation or galvanization, but in the long run, it’s superfluous.
Suppose you had the misfortune to attend a seriously crappy concert. You might look forward to reading the local music critic’s review of it the next day, because, y’know . . . you might get a slight charge out of seeing someone else articulate just HOW disastrous the show was. But having attended the debacle yourself, it’s not like you depended on that recap to KNOW it sucked. That’s how it works with Trump."