The Donald appealed to people who thought themselves losers until he told them they were winners; there will be so much winning; but they've been stabbed in the back by the winners, who won by cheating them out of what was rightfully theirs.
When I listen to people who intend to vote for Mr. Trump, I despair, listening to those voices come across the radio. Then I decide the best therapy is shock therapy; really dive deep into the river of despair and when you know you've got as low as you can go, you bounce up to the surface.
This post will reveal how deeply poisoned I have become by class in America. My grandfather, who believed the people and the workers were noble and their capitalist masters evil, would turn in his grave.
But then I remember what my father said: "I'm all for the workers. But these people are not workers."
So where is the river of despair? It's a website called, "Shoppers of Walmart."
I see these folks crossing in front of my car down at Hampton Beach. Sometimes they come into my office.
They do not care about well formed thoughts, evidence, questioning; they look at me with defeated, defiant eyes and they try to play me.
I do not ask them which New Yorker article from the current issue they enjoyed. I do not try to discuss the most recent Gail Collins article with them. Sometimes I tell them about what Rachel Madow said last night, but they stare back with uncomprehending eyes. She said--what?
But they love the Donald, who tells them they are winners. When he is President, there will be so much winning, people will get bored with winning. And they will share in all that winning.
And they don't care if they are being conned, because they think they are suckers and if it's not the Donald, it will be Hillary or anyone else.
In Deo Speramus.
E Pluribus Unum.
Illigetimi non carbarendum.