He wasn't serving up these insults for effect-well, not entirely. And his behavior wasn't carefully calculated; it was tit for tat, and he likely would have said what he'd said even if no one was left standing with him. {This very lack of calculation, this inability to be political, was part of his political charm.} It was just his good luck that the Trumpian 35 percent-that standing percentage of people who, according to most polls, seemed to support him no matter what {who would, in his estimation, let him get away with shooting someone on Fifth Avenue}-was largely unfazed and maybe even buoyed by every new expression of Trumpness.
by Michael Wolff
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The author reflects on the nature of Donald Trump's remarks and behavior, emphasizing that his insults were not merely for show but rather spontaneous reactions. This lack of strategic calculation was a significant aspect of his political appeal, attracting a dedicated base of supporters. Trump's authenticity, or perceived inability to be politically correct or refined, resonated with many, making him relatable to his followers.

This unique charm contributed to a solid core of supporters who remained loyal, regardless of Trump's controversies or outrageous statements. The author suggests that this unwavering group, which continued to support him even in extreme scenarios, thrived on Trump's bold expressions and willingness to be unfiltered. Ultimately, this dynamic reinforced Trump's position and influence within the political landscape.

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