The gods aren’t dead, they are sniveling. That’s the analysis of Ann Coulter, the conservative commentator and former disciple of President Trump, a man she once described as her “emperor god.”
Trump ended the shutdown without funding for his promised border wall, and Coulter cursed.
Trump won’t just go down in history as the “the biggest wimp ever to serve as President of the United States,” as Coulter suggested in one tweet, he isn’t even in charge anymore. Mocking Trump’s public complaints about the arrest of longtime adviser Roger Stone in another, Coulter taunted, “if you were president, you could haul the FBI director’s ass into the Oval Office and ask him yourself.”
It is a remarkable turnaround, a loss of faith in a man that Coulter pinned herself to long before other politicos even took him seriously. She predicted his presidency over the laughter of Bill Maher and his audience during the Republican primary. She endorsed his campaign and titled her book In Trump We Trust: E Pluribus Awesome. She really believed.
Novelty and, more importantly alienation, explain why Coulter prophesied that Trump would be president all the way back in August 2015. He was like no one else running, she fawned: “He’s attractive. He’s tall. He’s hilariously funny.” Like no one else, she insisted, he believed what he said: “Trump is different. We’ve been lied to for thirty years about immigration. That’s why Trump is striking this chord.”
But that politician has turned his back away, and Coulter sees Trump like all the other Republicans who promised border security and failed to deliver.
Trump enjoys a host of supporters but none quite like Coulter. The ones that blindly believe in his omniscience and ability to overcome all political obstacles are still there.
But she won’t, come 2020. Coulter has lost her faith in Trump, and worse, gone into open rebellion.
