In 2016, the mood at Trump’s rallies was electric but heavy, a mix of dread and ecstasy, anger and the possibility of “winning”—winning so much, Trump promised, that we would get tired of winning. Since then he had won; and won and won and won. The energy now was victorious, and even darker. Not potential but kinetic, synchronized. “You can feel it,” said Pastor Sean’s wife. Sean nodded. “Likeminded.” Even I know the verse to which he referred. Philippians 2:2: “Fulfill ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.” One mind, 14,000 hats, most of
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