FIRST, KNOW THIS: “They’re stoked by bitterness, anger, and the unbearable color of others, and they’re buying into Donald Trump’s trope that the election, indeed society, is rigged against them. At his rallies, they love to wear obscene-laced tee-shirts, and when Hillary Clinton’s name is mentioned, they come alive with chants of ‘Lock her up.’
They revile fact-checking and are disgusted, not by Trump’s predatory behavior and despicable comments about women, but by the way the media has reported it.
And, when the election is over, and Trump has moved on to attempting to build a multi-media empire, or perhaps to an all-expenses-paid Dacha in the Russian countryside, his supporters will be holding a bag of steaming anger.” ( From the article “When the Election Is Over, It Will Not Be Done” by Bill Berkowitz for The Smirking Chimp on October 22, 2016. It includes the sub-heading, “Republicans will have to deal with struggling, white, working class families that have bought into the Trump vision.”)
First, there was the Moral Majority, who as a group were neither particularly moral or ethical nor were they even a majority except in their imaginations.
Then came the Christian Right, which seemed to the rest of us un-Christianly wrong most of the time.
Then came the Tea Baggers, who did not understand the sexual ramifications of that term and quickly changed their name to Tea Party.
Now we have Donald Trump’s followers, many as passionate as any of the above. Could they be the foundation for an American version of the National Socialist German Workers’ Party, more commonly referred to as Nazis?
And if so, would Mr. Trump be their leader?
And as the German Nazis called Hitler der Führer, would the American Nazis call Trump der Fewer Hair?
Ja? Nein?
FEATURED IMAGE: The cartoon at the top of the page is by the inimitable David Horsey.
Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)