Trump’s rise simply a manifestation of America’s internet porn addiction

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Tenuous connection? Not in the land of the disconnected.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

Trump ran for president before. In 2000, his sideshow reached epochal lows when, as the Reform Party candidate, he was pilloried by commentator Pat Buchanan for his lack of substance and abundance of hubris. Trump, in turn, swiped back generally referring to Buchanan as a “Hitler-lover.”

The cult of Trump quickly faded like a fart in business class and Bush/Gore happened.

Trump went on to become a game show host and a fake birth certificate researcher before re-emerging a decade and a half later as a Republican candidate. From the first rally last June where he paid actors $50 each (not scale) to cheer—through a scorched earth trail of sloganeering, lies, thinly veiled racist rants, calls to violence and derogatory tweets, he is now the GOP’s presumptive nominee.

Pundits from both sides of the aisle have spent Trump’s rise pointing out all the cracks in the dam that have enabled this savagely coiffed disease to seep in and take over. Could it be the two-party system? The .01 percent taking over? The fatigue of endless imperialist wars? The disappearance of opportunity for a working class? Crumbling schools, freeways, entire municipalities bankrupt? The death of ideas?

It’s all that. But more. But worse.

While recent data from Gallup’s Values and Beliefs Survey shows 43 percent of American men and 25 percent of American women approve of pornography, pretty much everyone is using or exposed to it in some capacity. Xvideos, PornHub, Bonga Cams and xHamster are among the top 100 visited websites in the world by traffic according to commercial web traffic data provider Alexa. Each site individually garnering well more traffic than The New York Times—which averages nearly 70 million unique visitors/month according to comScore.

Simply search for Boo — the World’s Cutest Dog on Google and look at the selections after you type in the first three letters. Btw, I’m pretty sure Boo has inculcated an entire generation in their first nudie pic search. One poll estimates almost 90 percent of men under 25 and 31 percent of women in that age group view porn online and more than 30 percent of working adults have done so on their work computers.

But these studies are simply the hardened surface of this Crème brûlée of awful. Crack just beneath it and porn is everywhere. From microblogging platforms like Tumblr to getting trolled all day on the social medias and emails to pretty much every video and .gif clicked that’s not that Marshmellow S’Mores Treats recipe on Tasty—to, well, how people are instructed to date now. We are surrounded. We are awash in smut. We are saturated.

Or, as one buddy recently put it: “When life gives you a bag of dicks, make a gang bang porn.”

^ Yes, bag of dicks->porn is the new lemon->lemonade.

So, we’ve got a problem. We’re not just device addicted, but we’re equally dependent on the  vile shit that’s streaming through it—directly into our systems. And what did they tell you in first grade comes out of your body when you put garbage in?

Yes, this all happened to the American cohort in the last decade and a half—the same amount of time it took for Trump to go from punch line to punch on the ballot. It’s not that Trump has simply embraced the watch-what-we-shouldn’t culture and ethos we’ve adopted; it’s that we’ve devolved to his level of appeal.

At this point, the only thing that could make Trump more powerful in America is if he changed his first name to NSFW for the run up to November—which I’m sure could be done, if it assured a win.

Those who hate-watch watch him more than those who love him. And there are very few who love him. America isn’t just driving slowly and gawking at this train wreck. They’re stopping, getting out, taking video and throwing it on their feed—then trolling everyone else’s. And that’s not helping.

If America put its devices down between now and November, marriages would heal, work productivity would skyrocket, picnic baskets would taken off the top garage shelf from behind the Christmas lights and dusted off, childhoods would be salvaged, fender benders would go down—way down. And this country would start to heal.

But as long as we stay hooked on the constant feed of watching what we shouldn’t—Trump will persist as a byproduct of that guilty pleasure, that drug. And he won’t win…as much as he’ll take over.

The choice is ours.

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