I know you think the outcome is inevitable; that is part of the dismaying power of the primitive sacred at work. It smells of fear and cabal-like conspiracy, but it is actually (merely? too light a word) caused by tapping into our cultural hard-wiring, if you will, which is vvvery hard-wired.
Take for example such a simple fact of Natural Law as the need for offspring. Why, for pity's sake, would the anthropological record with near universal agreement say that firstborn were routinely sacrificed? Why, to insure more offspring, of course. Huh!? Sure! Offer the gods our first as a token of our supreme obeisance, and more kids will come.
( It's like the guy who got tired of his neighbor playing his trumpet every morning at 6 a.m. "Joe, JOE!" "Yes?" "Why the heck are you playing the trumpet every morning at 6?" "To keep the elephants from stampeding." "Whu ... Joe, what elephants? There aren't any elephants!" "See how well it works?" )
So, why then is the messiah-esque candidate so chuck-full of contradictions, doubts of U. S. born-citizenship (why can't we see the actual birth certificate?), infanticide proponency, and many more question marks swirl in his sacred precinct - yet he just keeps smiling, bemusedly, and his juggernaut campaign keeps rolling on?
The mighty O has tapped into, unconsciously to be sure, but tapped into just the same, the depths of the primitive sacred this Season of Broken Flutes. He is Tezcatlipoca. And the voice of the people is the voice of god. Vox populi, vox dei.