GRANITE CITY — Donald Trump is a charming man, and people like him.
Up in Chicago we forget that. Between the attacks on immigrants, on Democrats, on the press, and the FBI, and the Justice department…well, the list goes on and on, doesn’t it? We see the damage, to our institutions, to our social fabric, our nation’s reputation, to groups and individuals, and assume he’s a reviled figure, ripe to be driven from office.
He hasn’t attacked “immigrants,” bub; it’s illegal aliens—criminals, border jumpers who flout our laws and take advantage of the American welfare state—he’s gone after, and rightly so. As for Democrat Socialists, the press, the FBI, et al, sure he has…but they all attacked him first—fraudulently, dishonestly, shamelessly, under false pretenses, in an outrageous attempt at overthrowing the duly-elected President.
Their problem is really that he hasn’t just folded up like a cheap accordion and begged their forgiveness, like they’re long accustomed to from Republicans. THAT’S what really frosts ’em. The rest of the paragraph is just the usual shitlib horseshit and hysteria, after which we finally get to the good stuff.
Not true. Not down here, at U.S. Steel’s sprawling works, Trump embraces and is in turn embraced.
“The moment of a lifetime,” said millwright Earl Evans, one of about 400 workers who came in on their own time to hear the president speak. “Finally someone doing something for America.”
No foolin’ there, buddy.
Before going, I felt squeamish at being in the crowd scene at a party for the man who kicked open the Pandora’s box of American fears. Almost afraid. But hearing him, I better understood his appeal. He has a vulnerable charm, at times a humanity. He pandered shamelessly to his audience.
“We need steel,” he said. “We need steel plants. And to see an old, big monster plant like this re-opening — that is an honor. I look at the faces of you people; I could be one of you. I like you guys. I could be one of you.”
That struck me as either sincere or an amazing facsimile. The workers, for their part, couldn’t give him a standing ovation because they never sat down.
I left the hall thinking: Donald Trump is going to be re-elected in 2020. The Democrats don’t have anyone who can touch him. Bank on it. Don’t hate me for being the one to tell you.
No problem, Poindexter. Of course, I’m sure you’ll consider it fine to hate us for being the ones who make it happen. But that’s okay too; it ain’t as if we give a damn anymore what you think or who you hate anyway.