America has been given a chance.
After the presidential race of 2012, I became persuaded that Americans will vote for whomever the media places in the most favorable light.
Apparently, so had the major media outlets. Everything coming from Hillary was a “ray of hope,” everything coming from Trump was “dark” and “controversial”. The massive crowds at Trump’s rallies were never shown. The anemic attendance of Hillary’s events was never mentioned.
The most amazing aspect of this election is that the victory pressed its way through the seamless and ceaseless gaslighting and vitriol presented to the public by CNN, et.al. Unfortunately the selective editing they employed appears to have led to an epidemic of meltdowns among those who were led to believe Hillary would be a “shoo-in”.
I don’t blame them. I would be worried too if I believed the country was about to be taken over by the grafted assemblage of negative components the media’s selective myopia presented to them as an accurate image of Donald Trump. Fortunately for all of us that Frankenstein-like creature existed only in the vain imaginations of the mainstream news commentators.
The layering of failure we’ve all been handed by past administrations has jarred the American psyche sufficiently to awaken the majority of us from the hypnotic lure of television news feed. Wars with arbitrary and fuzzy objectives also lacked any sense of decisive victory.
We were encouraged to celebrate an “Arab Spring” that further destabilized the most unstable region of the earth by uprooting governments and supporting “rebels” wishing to establish archaic and murderous theocracies in their wake.
We’re told these things are good – or if not, that there’s nothing we can do about it; but if we apply all of our money and manpower we can look forward to prolonging this shipwreck until our utter bankruptcy prods China to call in our debts – whereupon we can deal with a new adversary from an unprecedentedly weakened position.
The stench of failure became too pungent for too many this electoral cycle. Fortunately it was in sufficient numbers to make a change, shocking though it may have been to those for whom the dangers became a barely perceptible part of the landscape.
Of course I don’t know Trump personally. If for some reason things don’t pan out in the Paradisical way I envision, we can at least be grateful for the Thespian Society of the Illuminist Country Club: the “elites” have put on one hell of a performance for the past eighteen months.
Oh, and just to satiate one more juvenile indulgence before my post election giddiness subsides: