A college Student goes undercover to a Trump Rally: He talked to the people - Well worth reading.

https://medium.com/@bindingwave/florida-man-goes-undercover-at-a-trump-rally-51ec77e08eed#.o1xv4zoia

At the third disruption Trump called attention to the press — he said he loved his protesters because those moments were the only times when the cameras would pan out to show the whole crowd. He commanded the cameras at the press island to zoom out and turn around to show the crowd, right now. The men and women behind the cameras exchanged wide-eyed looks and shrugs and did nothing. Trump called them liars, cowards, snakes. The whole amphitheater turned to them and booed, cursing them, throwing up double middle-fingers. Trump said the press, those people right there, were one of the biggest things opposing him, they were aligned against him and would never allow the truth to get out as long as people like them were in charge. But we knew the truth.

He made a few gestures here and there towards saying ‘conservative’, saying ‘christian’, saying ‘repeal and replace Obamacare’, but those words didn’t really mean anything to the people there. They were vacant terms of in-group endearment, Trump could throw them around however he wanted as long as he won, since when he wins we win with him. All he had to do was push the correct right-wing word-buttons and the audience would know he was on their side, that he would annihilate their enemies on a scale that they could never imagine.

ISIS doesn’t play by the laws, so we’re gonna have to change the laws. These people lying about me don’t play by the rules, so we’re gonna have to change the rules. There used to be consequences and there will be consequences again. Muslim terrorists, Mexican rapists, spoiled college protesters and the lying press that supports them are all going to get what’s coming to them.

The deepest irony of the whole thing was being surrounded by people who mock underprivileged minorities for seeking autonomous ‘safe spaces’ while crying for the government to build a literal wall around them all and kill every single person they’re afraid of.

The show ended. Trump had spend most of his time trashing Marco Rubio — “Little Marco” — and the crowd was more amped than ever to see that trashing through. Trump is a showman, exceptional at getting people excited about what he says. Getting through it while pretending to partially enjoy it and then without shrieking in protest was one of the most emotionally exhausting things I’d done in my entire life, and as soon as he took his first step offstage I bolted past Eugene (“hey man, you good?” — “naw, just feelin’ sick” I responded, meaning it) and I slithered between people and rushed outside as fast as I could, collapsing to my knees and clutching the astroturf immediately outside the arena. After all of that the astroturf itself felt refreshingly stable and real. The protesters were still there, holding signs and chanting, and Trump supporters raised their signs and yelled right back as they walked by.

I went in to find humanity and common ground with people who openly support the violent domination of lesser human beings. I witnessed the violent domination of (to them) lesser human beings in real time and the exhilaration the crowd felt that it could finally openly happen. I felt how everyone around me grew emboldened in a primordial way to carry forth their violent agenda both at the polls and not, and after the rally I felt defeated and afraid.

The whole thing made me physically sick, I spent the better part of a week coughing up greed-green phlegm and not wanting to talk to anybody.
My lungs have since cleared, life has happened, and my spirits have lifted — nevertheless there’s some hole in me now that can only be filled by bringing three simple words to life: