A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump.
With apologies to Shel Silverstein.
It’s game on. Self-professed billionaire Donald Trump earlier snatched the campaign torch from the Republican Party by drawing in conservative America’s low-hanging fruit. Full disclosure: it’s something I proclaimed over a year ago could not be done. I was wrong! How wrong? Possibly tragically wrong:
Donald J. Trump was in a state of shock: He had just fired his campaign manager and was watching the man discuss his dismissal at length on CNN. The rattled candidate’s advisers and family seized the moment for an intervention.
Joined by his daughter Ivanka and her husband, Jared Kushner, a cluster of Mr. Trump’s confidants pleaded with him to make that day — June 20 — a turning point.
He would have to stick to a teleprompter and end his freestyle digressions and insults, like his repeated attacks on a Hispanic federal judge. Paul Manafort, Mr. Trump’s campaign chairman, and Gov. Chris Christie of New Jersey argued that Mr. Trump had an effective message, if only he would deliver it. For now, the campaign’s polling showed, too many voters described him in two words: “unqualified” and “racist.”
Glory to Jesus!
Can Donald Trump slip into sanity and rein in his self-dissolving rhetoric? Can he manage to separate two self-contradictory sentences by more than a paragraph? Can Heironymus Merkin Ever Forget Mercy Humppe and Find True Happiness? At least one of these questions may be answered by the 8th of November.
As The New York Times story by
In one, Donald Trump is compared to Adolf Hitler some 85 years ago. To many, the guy with the funny mustache told a compelling story of injustice to be redeemed. No exaggeration was too wild. Those in power saw him as harmless and attempted to leverage his popularity. The problem was that Hitler had real power in the form of a militia of street thugs ready to take control the moment authority fell into their hands. Besides, Hitler actually had a vision to be carried out and a well-crafted plan of execution.
Trump is no Hitler. Neither does Trump possess the ruthlessness nor does he possess the accommodation for cold-blooded murder—we can hope. Nor the ability to remain coherent throughout a three-hour delivery. The closest match I can find is Hitler’s mustache and Trump’s comb-over.
The two have one thing in common, and that would be a fact-deprived social layer at their call. Both attracted followers with a moldering grudge. In America of the 21st century the segment is aptly delineated in Will Bunch’s The Backlash: Right-Wing Radicals, High-Def Hucksters, and Paranoid Politics in the Age of Obama.
As reaction set in to the election of a liberal and a dark-skinned President set in during the spring of 2009 Bunch started to take interest and to cover the story. He starts by relating the story of what he calls “The Cassandra of Lower Delaware.”
At approximately 11 a.m. on June 30, 2009, inside a senior citizens’ center in the rustic rural county seat of Georgetown, Delaware, a mysterious woman in red appeared with a disturbing message for the citizens of the United States of America.
No one seemed to even know her name. Few people glimpsed her face, either; most just saw her from behind or in silhouette. Yet her words would be heard by millions of people, and discussed at great length across the fifty states over the weeks that followed. This middle-aged siren wore a crimson blouse, and her reddish hair was clipped back. Fittingly, she addressed a direct descendent of one of America’s Founding Fathers, a great-great-great-great-great grandson of Ben Franklin, a courtly seventy-year-old Republican U.S. congressman named Mike Castle. The stranger’s tone was highly agitated, her words apocalyptic.
Bunch, Will (2010-08-31). The Backlash: Right-Wing Radicals, High-Def Hucksters, and Paranoid Politics in the Age of Obama (p. 1). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
I have been around places the past few months, and I have talked to people of this ilk, people I know and others:
And that has been about it as far as I can tell. I have yet to locate an additional childhood chum who leans the slightest to the left (or to the upright as we liberals like to think of it). So it was at a Sunday afternoon gathering at Spring Creek Barbecue I went to some effort to quiz my mates. Here is what I found.
First, there is one who previously disclosed her vote for Trump in the primary. I assume she intends to vote for him in the presidential. I did not quiz her on Sunday.
Then there is another. Call him A. A voted for Texas Senator Ted Cruz in the primary. He will now vote for Trump.
And more. The underlying sentiment was deep-rooted American conservatism, which Trump does not represent. I quizzed my classmates who had pushed for the likes of Ted Cruz, only to see them steamrolled by Trump’s blustering style. They are now falling into line with Trump. At least as of June.
One sentiment echoed was a dislike for Clinton. Anybody but Clinton. Individuals who expressed aversion to Trump see him has the only alternative. Good governance is not an issue. They allege they have yet to see it.
And they feel disenfranchised. No longer is Protestant Christianity the government-anointed truth. No longer is political power the purview of European stock, bestowed by God. No longer is homosexuality and transsexual identity the loathsome perversion of a social under caste. The ground has shifted under their feet. They want to regain their comfortable footing and they are willing to fish a dangerous well in the search.
And I will have a few more weeks fun. Keep reading. And may Jesus have mercy on your soul.