We just covered one ruse that the defeated Democratic party is trying to pull on us, the call to come together as a nation. Here is their second move — Bernie Sanders is “deeply humiliated” by the Democrats’ loss of White working-class voters.
Politicians whose name is not Donald Trump sound as natural talking about the White working class as Bob Dole did when stammering “er, I am for Soccer Moms.” Because a person identifies with focus-group shorthand.
And what makes someone “White working class” anyway? Is it a regional accent, a suite of mannerisms? The non-possession of a bachelor degree, the ability to change engine oil, the ownership of a gun and a Bible? Maybe. Income bracket? I dunno; some have given up on finding a job, others make excellent living. Around here they have those hawkish faces like they’re making up their minds on whose ass to kick. When America was great, a doctor and a carpenter could be neighbors. But whatever, Bernie — they’re White, they work like none other, and unlike some politicians who cash in on their principles, they have class.
In a multicultural democracy, politics become mercenary and the job of political parties is to expand their market share of constituencies by dispensing gibsmedats and flattery. So when Trump champions an under-served demographic, the more enterprising Democrats position themselves to capture their share.
Why am I telling to you to rebuff the Democrats’ apparent overture to you and yours? Because they are like the insurance company that wants to send you off with a near-worthless check as compensation for your stratospheric medial bills and a totaled car.
But you remember who you are. You have Thomas Jefferson’s sovereign yeoman in your blood, therefore by birthright you find the rhetoric of pity demeaning and the expectation that you take your place as just another interest group in a hodgepodge of folks unacceptable. So you refuse the $600 Blue Book value for your damages — you go for the big enchilada of settlements.
You want your country back, all of it. They all have to go home. “Make America Great Again” is not just an election slogan.
The rushing river splits into a fork and you will have to choose your course. The first way leads to an eternal submersion. The second way gives you a chance to stand upright in a country of your own. You’ve already cleared the continent once.