A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished
This has been running through my head all morning, because it seems to be the mood of most people on Facebook.
It was made worse by the fact that we woke up to overcast skies, then drove to Colorado Springs, where Dan is right now at work, and I’m sitting in a coffee shop waiting for it to be time to check in to the convention hotel. I’m attending Cosine, and if you guys want to see me, intercept me at my panels or Dan’s and we can plan stuff, because the rest of the time I’ll be in my hotel room, writing. Because Darkship Revenge WILL BE DONE. (Oh, yeah, and there’s my art and Robert’s in the art room, under Trouble In Mind Studio.)
Anyway, from the overcast skies at home, we hit flurries just before Monument, and the Springs are getting good and plastered with snow.
You guys know for whom I voted and why. Or rather, you know whom I voted against and why.
I don’t buy the nonsense that the release of the emails won Trump the election, and if they had, the question is “why didn’t the press report on these emails? Or on the shenanigans behind the emails? Or on the Clinton server scandal?” But until I see figures, I won’t believe it. Most people aren’t even on line. Those who are go to rather conventional sites and never heard of those emails. Of those who heard of them, most never read them.
But I’m one of those it JUST might have put over the edge. Mind you, my case is murky. I was never going to vote for Hillary. Her behavior over Benghazi (beyond setting diplomats to die/letting them die) would be enough to decide that. She’s either malicious or not minimally competent. (Or yes.) And then there was teh blithering incompetence and malice of her email servers. Look, guys, yeah, I know, she behaved like the computer-clueless grandmother. I love my mom. I’d never let her do anything in a computer that involved national security. Same goes for my dad. I don’t care about someone’s age, it’s the cyber-cluelessness that hurts.
However, everything I’d seen about Trump indicated that he was a conventional, old-style democrat, and, to quote my friend Charlie Martin “I don’t vote for democrats.” Not since the Dems (pace Heinlein whom I’d trust against a wall of pundits and a brace of geniuses) were taken over from the inside by the communists starting in the forties. Which means Trump isn’t “old style enough” was my conclusion.
I was going to go third party. And then I read the emails. It wasn’t even the corruption, oikophobia and casual malfeasance pretending to be sophistication. No, it was that Podesta, as a member of Clinton’s inner team clearly was above reproach in his own mind. It was clear from his tone and his attitude there was nothing he could do, up to and including eating live puppies on screen that would get reported in the media, if it was bad or even dubious. And that — That I couldn’t allow.
And that convinced me to put an extra strength clothespin on my nose and vote for the corrupt businessman over the corrupt politician. Because degrees of corruption matter.
Since then my attitude has changed to “guarded optimism” in that he seems to be making the right appointments and the right moves.
And besides there is the psychological effect. The left have lost their collective mind. Their constitution-and-procedure ignorance is so amazing that they’ve been blaming Trump for what Obama has done, apparently under the amiable idea that the new president takes over right after the election. They have taken to complaining about Trump’s disrespect for the constitution before he does anything to show that, and after they wholeheartedly supported Mr. Pen and Phone.
And don’t get me started on the shabbies (they’re sheep, they’re babies, they’re shaaaaaabies) bleating about how Hillary won the “popular vote” and “it’s not fair” forgetting that a) there is no popular vote contest. If there were, my friends in CA and NYC might very well have voted instead of staying home snarling “A pox on both their houses.” b)The electoral rolls integrity of California MIGHT be as good as Chicago’s. Maybe. Only it’s not dead people, but illegal immigrants voting. c) The rest of the country will NOT be ruled from California. Just no. Do you want a revolution? That’s how you get a revolution.
Then there are the geniuses. Yesterday one of these said “But we’d have won the under 25 vote. If all the kids could vote.” Think on this a moment. After 4 generations of controlling public schools, the left is telling us that after twenty five most people know they’ve been told lies. So they’re saying they’d win the vote of children too young to know they were lied to. They must think “stealing candy from babies” means babies are cunning and the best barometer of — Oh, hell, I can’t even. I’m all out of even.
Another flash of genius was the Swiss? German? Chick on FB telling us that women all over the world would be demonstrating against Trump today.
She could give us no reason to do this beyond “He’s misogynistic” (I doubt it. The Much Married Mr. Trump clearly likes women. Oh, yeah, but I forget that these days misogynistic means “does not swallow the cr*p from fourth wave feminists.”) She was also unable to tell us why we should give a good goddamn what “women all over the world” think. Considering the leaders “women all over the world” put up with, and the treatment they endure (and note they think Americans are worse off, because our snow flakes are CHAMPION whiners. Americans! We even win the loser competition. We have the BEST losers* * For definitions of “best” not actually found in the dictionary.) chickie should clean her house first. Even if she had more rational reasons to oppose Trump, she’s not here, she’s not American and we don’t actually give a f*ck what she thinks. We kicked the English out and it wasn’t to allow the opinions of people so unconnected with ourselves as the Swiss and the Germans, not to mention the Serbians or the Indians.
This sheer amount of derangement — and really what do they think it accomplishes to lose their sh*t now before he does anything? Even from the strategic pov this is as stupid as my cat Havey who routinely forgets how stairs work and gets “trapped” upstairs until we show him. I mean, if they’re losing their sh*t now, what will they do when he does overstep? And why do they think anyone will pay attention? — has forced me to defend Trump which in turn creates a psychological effect of attachment.
And yet, I remain cautiously guarded in my optimism, as should you.
Remember no matter who you voted for, the government got in. And remember the government makes a good servant but a bad master. Also remember we have empirical evidence that business men tend to get their lunch money stolen in the morass (and man, do they have *ss) that is DC.
Don’t start to form the misguided impression we elected a white knight sans peur et sans reproche.
What is sad is that by comparison to the opposition, Trump — Trump! — WAS a breath of fresh air. Insofar as the democrats have a point when they scream that Hillary was the best qualified candidate ever, they are right. She was the best qualified candidate to complete the project of turning the US into Europe light: sclerotic, strapped down by so many regulations no innovation happens, bowing down to international law, becoming “exceptional just like all the other countries are exceptional.”
Our rejection of her was the rejection of the whole blue (but really, really red) project that she’s devoted her life to.
The dogs just don’t like the food, no matter how well it’s sold.
In that spirit remember that Donald Trump is not an ideologue and grew up in a world in which being a leftist was virtue-signaling and status-signaling.
Maybe he’ll turn into the pragmatist we need. BUT as someone raised under socialist assumptions, let me tell you that unless he’s capable of more introspection than I think he is, he’s going to do default left on at least some things. More likely on a lot of things. He’s also an egotist, which tends to translate to statist when frustrated.
We earned ourselves a little breathing room, a little space to turn around the crazy train to socialism that has been running out of control for close to a 100 years.
If we work really hard now, our grandchildren might be truly free and live in a truly constitutional republic.
This is not the end, but it might be the beginning of the end for the internationalist socialist project.
Let’s hope it is.
In this glooming morning, after you get done eating your popcorn at the media reaction to the inauguration, roll up your sleeves and get to work.
Build under, build around, build over. Minimize the reach of government into the lives of citizens at every possible opportunity. Make sure it remembers it’s the servant, not the master.
And be not afraid. Reality supports our assumptions, not theirs. In the end, we win, they lose.