Once upon a time Siegfried and Roy performed with a tiger named Montecore; the tiger was a wild animal at heart, but tamed and raised and fed and maybe even loved by the magician. Montecore accepted the food and care and attention and thrived on it, and seemingly was content to obey the orders of Siegfried, his trainer and leader. Until, one day, on stage, tiger and trainer had a falling-out or some difference of opinion as to what would happen on stage that day, and the tiger, way more massive than his trainer, turned on him, bit him, and dragged him off stage, perhaps or presumably to kill and devour him, or at least to sate its appetite. The tiger didn't really love or trust its titular leader; the animal just used the relationship to advance its own purposes, until the time came for it to reveal its true identity and nature.
Why did former President Trump's own assemblage of his loyal followers address his comments with Boos the other day; compare it to the actions of the beast. The crowd, devoted as he assumed they were, his people, turned on him when they disagreed with what was a pillar of their movement. A few words outside their cartridge of hate and rhetoric and they let him know their anger. Their rancor and hatred and animosity derive from elsewhere than Trump. He is only the figurehead for their policy, the public face of a movement meant to spread hatred and violence and dissension. Like the tiger, they accepted the feeding and the platform to enhance their own intentions, but they needed or used him only for that. The time will come when they no longer need him at all, and it will be to his own benefit if he realizes that before he is totally consumed by that which he thought he controlled.
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