Trump’s irony just keeps building

Donald Trump’s political career is rich with the grandest examples of irony I ever have witnessed.

He ran for president in 2016 as a “populist.” By definition, a populist purports to stand with the down and out, seeking to disempower the rich and powerful, to hand more power to the “little guy.” The “little guys” out there loved hearing it.

He ran on that platform while living in the most luxurious environments one can imagine. He had Mar-a-Lago in Florida, Trump Tower in Manhattan, Bedminster in New Jersey. When he went home at night he damn sure didn’t hang out with the folks for whom he purportedly spoke.

They have hung with him throughout the man’s presidency.

Now, leave it to none other than shock-jock Howard Stern to put it all into amazing perspective. I don’t listen routinely to Stern, although I know a little bit about him. One thing I know is that he and Trump used to hang together.

Then Stern tossed the proverbial live grenade straight at Trump. He said Trump “hates the people who love him.” The dispossessed. The down and out. Those who think the world hates them. These folks, according to Stern, are the “losers” Trump keeps denigrating.

Trump sees the world comprising winners and losers. He loves winners and detests losers. The way I understand Trump’s definition of “loser,” many of the folks who comprise The Donald’s “base of supporters” fall directly into that category.

Therefore, we have the richest of ironies imaginable.

I suppose that the only way to top that irony is for Donald Trump to hoodwink enough voters on Election Day 2020 to send him back for another four years as president.

Howard Stern knows of which he speaks when it regards Donald Trump. He and Trump are both natives of Queens, N.Y. They used to hobnob among the same crowd of beautiful people.

So, when Stern says that Trump despises those who love him, those who hang on his every word, who voted for him because he spoke their language, he delivers what I consider to be a message that rings true to my ears.

The irony must end on Election Day.