Wednesday, November 9, 2016
On some great and glorious day
the plain folks of the land
will reach their hearts desire
at last and the White House
will be adorned by a downright
H. L. M E N C K E N
Half the country is shocked, the other half is shouting, “Drain the swamp!” And wanting to still, “Lock her up!” This is from the Trump campaign in a ritzy downtown hotel in New York City late last night and now into early Wednesday morning.
We’re in trouble.
Most likely worse than Nixon: the executive branch, the House, the Senate, all destroyed for civil duty, humanitarian concerns. A monkey house.
The polls are now a proven joke, ditto most of the media, my goodness won’t Donald Trump have a field day with them all.
We shouldn’t deny we are involved, whether we like it or not, with a coup — the F.B.I. and their minions, how moderate Republicans will survive, never mind much of the country as Trump takes over with his bully ways. Should be a disaster to watch. And much pain to endure. Many won't be able, already weakened, beaten, diminished, badly hurt.
Naturally we never trusted Hillary (and we voted for her) being Bernie people, and way back (a year ago) those in the know knew Bernie would be the better candidate against Trump. The dirty tricks of the DNC and Hillary’s campaign against Bernie is also coming home. So she has now received her punishment.
Trump will also get his. And those that voted for him, needing an authoritarian figure, are about to receive one.
A week ago, Susan asked me could Trump win? I said, “Definitely. If the back hills people come through: the workers, the plumbers, the pissed off," and they have. Once upon a time they were Democrats and in strong unions. Now they’re zombies. Lotto ticket buyers. Driftless. Mainly white nationalists. And Trump absolutely loves it where he has them.
Susan’s gone to bed very depressed.
Imagine the Obamas.