TRUMP: ROLLING THUNDER

From Tammy Swofford:

Like the sound of thunder quarrelling with the storm that spawned it, like a lightning strike delivered by God himself, Donald J Trump accomplished a political feat that denies the well-ordered models of statistical probability their secure domain. No more! Never again! America will never be the same. 

Trump is like rolling thunder. And the thunderclaps being hurled across the political sky contain the voices of millions of ordinary Americans. Let me take you back to a moment in time from November of 2015 to set this stage. 

A quiet meeting took place between a close associate of mine and a member of the Karl Rove cabal. Seated at a Hilton hotel, the two individuals shared their thoughts over a long breakfast. It was a calm East Coast morning. But the messenger was tasked with the delivery of a strong warning: 

Beware of “the peasants beyond the moat.” 

The phrase is my coinage, and this imagery was used to deliver a jolt into the highest reaches of the GOP. Check the emotional pulse of the electorate. You are unaware of the level of anger and rising tide of resentment against the GOP and all Washington elites. 

The peasants beyond the moat are on the move, and the pitchforks and torches are in our hands. Do your jobs or we will replace you! November 8, 2016: we voted. 

And we voted with the middle finger. 

Three decades of taxation without stewards of righteous representation. Three decades of moral and economic decay residing within the elected suits who promised us the world and gave birth to foul wind. Three decades of creepy clowns like the Clinton crime syndicate and our creepy clowns within the GOP establishment. (Yes, we are aware of our own ba****ds.) 50 percent of Americans earn less than what was earned 17 years ago. 

Solid careers have dissipated, and Americans who are within a demographic for peak-earning potential find themselves shouldering two or three part time jobs to make ends meet. We work harder and earn less. And our children will suffer greater levels of hardship. This is the thought that remains unbearable. 

Our national borders are not quite as convulsed as what is noted in Europe. But the breakage in our national membrane on large scale will produce a death spiral with a rapidity of flash pulmonary edema. National membranes are as vitally important as human cell membranes. Both function along the lines of similar principles. Intractable problems and unsupportable levels of corruption have been bequeathed on us by leadership that only give a damn about themselves and the welfare of their progeny. 

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” We always imagined it was the other guy. We never thought that Emma Lazarus’ poetry would be about We the People — the generationally-grounded citizens who have flourished within this great land for so long. 

But we figured it out by the middle of George W Bush’s second presidential term. And we have suffered from both the symbolism and the practical applications of Ms Lazarus’ words for at least a decade now. We voted. And we voted with the middle finger. 

GO READ THE WHOLE THING.