Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate

Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate... after reading the article (published in the July + August 2024 issue of Mother Jones) titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's pugilistic spokesman has taken campaigning to a whole new level of low. Beyond the lookout for Huyen "Steven" Cheung (born June 23, 1982) an American political advisor Donald Trump's campaign spokesman in the 2023–24 Republican primary and served in the Donald J. Trump administration. He previously worked in Trump's 2016 and 2020 campaigns. Brilliant gifted package of brains and brawn, his crude quips against opponents, (which includes politicians of all stripes), cut down and figuratively quartered reduced courtesy raw bits of biting riposte forced into thralldom, cuz Trump world adversaries sacrificial fodder roasted alive all stops pulled out except blood relatives, where merciless cutthroat antagonism drawn sycophants molded like putty in the hands of Voodoo magic spellcaster henchman disabling staunch radical transgressors think how frozen blinded deer fawn, videre licet buckle under headlights glare immobilized lifeless body courtesy invisible hawn fricasséeing, mincing, skewering, and frankly zapping unwitting victim par for the coarse faux jambon, or sprinkled as rich nutrient upon manicured lawn housing consecrated ashes disintegrated lovely bones of Memnon stands proud as genetic product of Nippon. Upon first immediate glance his seventy two plus inches presents overshadowing, looming, and hulking mound of flesh capped with large oblong head, his likeness surpasses, supersedes, and summons idealistic awesomeness of (Jean Jacques Rousseau) noble savage beastie boy incarnate, nevertheless he only poses a menace to any and all who cross his path. His physical prowess proved time and again evident as high school football player then soon thereafter, he channeled latent might as martial arts fan and dabbled in taekwondo, and Muay Thai boxing answering the call to ring communications linkedin to testosterone laden UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship). I would not wish to be caught, in a dark alley with him; me, who (resembles an aging hippie and long haired baby boomer) with accidental affectations somewhat effete laud a fellow generally antithetical to my quiet and gentle mien; no matter yours truly tauts his grandeur on well poised amazingly graceful feet exhibits art in motion, and ability to throw a judicious punch combined with said averred robust pillar of strength being politically savvy and whip smart to boot qualities I envy and admire. Quite challenging, yet not quite impossible mission to wax poetic toward an individual exemplifying the complete antithesis of mine body, mind and spirit and synonymous with flattering a bully for the shear confident bravado exhibited, which winning qualities guarantee a success brand within cutthroat political webbed wide world effects expand ever outwar affecting mien kampf analogous to a monstrous tropical storm acknowledged as more powerful (than my measly, and wimpy strength) that doth move inland, which earth-shaking event headline sells papers at the newsstand years from now techniques of his stellar machismo masterfully characterized courtesy elephant gingerly standing, grandstanding, and balancing on one foot will serve as object lesson for aspirants nasty brutish modus operandi scrutinized, schooled and scanned.