Talented: Only the Democrats Could Have Lost to Trump
By Fred Reed
A great uproar
goes forth from the enemies of the Trump Beast, with
much gnashing of hair and pulling of teeth. He will be a
terrible President, they say, and they may well be
right. There are ominous signs, particularly as regards
foreign policy, and he seems radically incoherent and
contradictory. Interestingly, his critics have no slight
idea why he won. The reason is obvious: He won because
everybody was campaigning for him, in particular the
media, Hillary, Black Lives Matter, Obama, Democrats,
and far leftists. Everybody worked for Trump.
He couldn’t lose.
The election was a
referendum on Marie Antoinette’s court. It was the
revolt of the unnoticed downtrodden, the financially
sinking, the working classes rising against privileged
snots–but it was engineered by the elites. The
glittering elect of course did not say “working class,”
this being a loaded phrase redolent of Marxism and of
the Democratic Party of five decades back before it
became a royal court. They spoke instead of disgruntled
white men, racists, homophobes, sexists, and the
Islamonauseated–phobic, I meant.
The rich and
powerful are on display in Washington, white, well paid,
secure, above average in intelligence, often from
Oberlin, Amherst, Swarthmore, Yale. The better sorts of
schools, you know. They cluster in Washington’s posh
barrios of Bethesda, Upper Connecticut, Cap Hill, and
Great Falls. They drink together and talk to each other
and believe that they must be right because everyone
they know agrees with them.
Theirs is not a
personal arrogance–they are nice people and you would
like them–but an arrogance of class. Since nobody tells
them they they are either arrogant or a class, they do
not know. Since everybody around them lives at a high
standard, it does not occur to them that they they live
at a high standard. They exist in a small mental box.
They do not know
that that in the bleak down-scale strip development of
Jeff Davis Highway, a half-hour away, reeking of exhaust
and blowing with trash, an aged veteran on crutches
lives in a dismal residential motel. Every mourning he
hobbles to Dixie Lee’s Diner–I forget its actual
name–for a cheap breakfast because it is all he has. Or
ever will. He is waiting to die. The elite don’t know,
and wouldn’t care.
crust are also moral frauds, though they do not know
this either. Nice liberals to the roots of their teeth,
in principle they believe that we should all love each
other, and they hate anyone who doesn’t. In practice
they approximate George Wallace. Ask when they last went
to the ghetto for dinner, whether they have ever been in
a restaurant with a majority black clientele, whether
they would send their precious children to the public
schools of New York. Ask whether they have a blue-collar
worked hard for Trump. Every time they described his
people as uneducated white males, implicit dregs, they
drove votes to Donald. And they so described the working
It made him
President. Good, bad, or indifferent, it is how he got
privileged denigrated all whites unlike themselves. Then
Hillary made her “deplorables” speech, confirming her
contempt for half of America–those uneducated,
shapeless, dull-witted proles in Flyover Land, obese,
farting and belching, swilling Bud, watching
in awful trailers. And why not not sneer
at them? Why did Hillary need their votes? Did not
Rachel Maddow love her?
For Trump it was
gold, pure gold. If he had written her speech, he could
not have come up with a better line to destroy her. It
was the purest product of the establishment’s hubris.
She did it to herself. Sweet.
It made him
Black Lives Matter
also did yeoman work for the Donald. As they and
snowflake Brown Shirts and excited millennials blocked
highways and beat Trump’s supporters and shut down
rallies, and vandalized cars, and of course looted, they
presumably thought they were working against the Trump
Monster. Not a chance. Out there in the uncharted
barbarian lands between Manhattan and Hollywood, in dark
primeval forests where Cro-Magnons are still a rarity,
people were sick of lawlessness, and of an establishment
that tolerated it. It produced more votes, perhaps not
for Trump or even against Hillary but against the class
that she represented.
Here Hillary and Obama did great work for Donald. As
Obama frantically brought in as many “refugees” as
possible from everywhere, anywhere that might not be
compatible with the people upon whom he would force
them, Hillary promised to import huge numbers of
Muslims. It was luminously stupid politics, but
politically she was luminously stupid, so it fit.
It is why she
is not President.
She knew that
the backward peoples of Flyover Land ought to want
hundreds of thousands of Somalis and Pakistanis and
who-knew-what to live with, and if they didn’t, she
would force them and it didn’t matter because she had
big donors and everybody in the media loved her.
incoherent and ignorant Trump was, the Establishment was
determined to elect him. Elect him it did.
is the insularity of the privileged. Its extent is hard
to grasp. It worked mightily for the new President.
Hillary has probably never been in a Legion hall with,
kind of people; if she had, she might be President.
Instead she set a trotline for big donors and hung with
the rich. They told her, didn’t they, that she couldn’t
These, like her,
knew nothing of the lives of most Americans. Has Bill
Kristol hitchhiked in the chill of three a.m. on a
secondary road in Appalachia, total wealth twenty-five
dollars, hoping sparse traffic would get him to Roanoke?
I am accepting bets. I doubt that Katie Couric, or any
of the babbling bubble heads, has ever worked in a truck
stop or gas station for minimum wage, if that. How many
have ever baited a hook, had a paper route, or had to
decide between a warm coat with winter coming on or
paying the cable?
This is why Trump
took them by such surprise. They were dealing with a
country they had never seen. And didn’t like. Lord only
knows what kind of President Trump will make (unless
God also is wondering, which I find plausible) but he
had the country figured out. Which is positively weird,
given that he is a filthy rich New Yorker.
media. These too did great work for our new President.
All the corporate outlets were furiously against him,
apparently assuming that their opprobrium would crush
the upstart. Were they not CBS and NBC and the
respected news outlets that people would believe and
And so the
talking heads chuckled and sneered and utterly
underestimated and got handed their ass. They should
have registered as lobbyists for the Donald.
The newsies did
not understand that they were widely hated. Their
obvious slant, often approaching verticality, looked
like (and was) hostility to anyone who was willing to
consider Trump. The common sentiment in Flyover Land
became, “If these bastards don’t like Donald, he must be
They made him
me of when Bob Brown started
magazine, purporting to be a rag for, oh horror, squeak,
mercenary soldiers. The media fell into convulsions
denouncing him, cough, splutter, how
And with every denunciation, circulation went up. Ol’
Bob, he just smile.
But the talking
heads couldn’t figure it out. Did they not all agree
with each other? Did not all of America hate what they
Well, ah…heh. Urg.
So when he slapped
down Megyn Kelly of Fox News, the talking heads exploded
with delighted horror. Trump had just screwed himself
with women, who would vote en bloc for Hillary. Whatever
minute chance he might have had was now dead. Chortle,
42% of women, and 53% of white women, voted for…oops,
Why? An obvious
hypothesis is that women think for themselves, and did.
Perhaps they thought Megyn, an abrasive plastic Barbie
who probably gets more daily maintenance than a 747,
was…an abrasive Baribie….
Trump could say to
them, to Hillary, the media, the Insular Good, to BLM
and the Snowflakes, “Thank you, thank you. I couldn’t
have done it without you.”
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Fred Reed is
author of Nekkid in Austin: Drop Your Inner Child Down a
Well and the just-published A Brass Pole in Bangkok: A
Thing I Aspire to Be. Visit his blog.