CLEVELAND — Hours before the next nominating contest, Donald Trump called his followers onto the stage Friday at his rally here to tear up what they had just watched.
“Are you ready for a big fat kiss?” he called out, and the cheering and whooping went on long after he had left the stage.
It was a moment of adoration, a moment of looking you in the eye and telling the masses that you’re on their side, at least for a moment. It was most certainly a moment of dominance — a man, one wishes, standing taller than every rally attendee, at least until he opens his jacket.
“What I hear about you, you will change the world,” he said, issuing one of his rhetorical torrents. “Are you ready for it? Let’s get it on.”
Trump, who served as a tailor for athletes who went on to the Olympics, evidently has updated his playbook to fit in the arena-packed rooms at which he has performed, making a costume and theme as he goes,
One young woman a few rows behind me stood as his plane taxied to the stage, and in mock outrage — then in mock distress — let it be known that they did not wish to be kissed by him.
This did not stop him.
“Let’s see if you’ll be allowed, right?” he asked, to little reaction from those in his wake.
“There you go,” he said, as he moved to shake each one of her hands. She shook it in return.
“We’ll see,” he said, about whether she would receive a kiss. “I guess we’ll see.”
He did. And it worked, for a moment. But was it the kiss from The Donald? No. If he did that, he would have to kiss many more people at the rally to keep his arms from going numb.