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He set a different tone with the press, from the day He announced He was running for the elections. Soon, He set its agenda. Their criticism could cause a dent or two; they’d tease out stories about His alleged corruption, favours for friends — His private life, too. Impressions and mockery were applauded on late-night talk shows, which were, in turn, praised for “eviscerating” him. Everyone needed an opinion to recycle in public, and He was such a ghoul that mocking him was easy. Perhaps too easy; it was a comedy of catharsis.
The pundits revelled in proving Him wrong to the point where it became a habit. And though they decried His narcissism, the febrile and underfunded media gave Him the spotlight. He was a brute, but He was their brute — he garnered the clicks and the viewers. They loved to hate him so much that, imperceptibly, he became their primary occupation.
