Eric Dixon:
Many readers of The New Americana and supporters of the nascent Federalist Party are aware of our deep intellectual and philosophical reservations over the new President’s announced propensity for seemingly unhinged comments and a love for using the government’s immense and fearsome powers.Yet our intellectual concerns did not prepare us for the unexpected. Not Trump’s victory, a surprise of the planets-aligned-just-right variety, but rather for the absolute discomfort of the smug, sanctimonious and despotic far left which was ready to assert dominance over American politics, culture and the economy with a Hillary victory.
And then it all fell apart in the evening hours of Election Day.
The quietest bus ride on public mass transit (which I despise) in my memory was the early morning of November 9th. Yes, the morning after – no, The Morning After – Donald Trump’s surprising, meteor-strikes-Earth victory.
I was operating on three hours’ sleep, having stayed up to watch the results trickle in, the mounting mass media commentator meltdowns and finally at around 3 AM Eastern time, the Donald Trump victory speech. Unwilling to risk driving in a fatigued state or fall asleep in stalled traffic, I boarded a crowded and funereally quiet bus from New Jersey into midtown Manhattan around 7 AM.
The difference that morning was striking and it was immediate. There was stunned silence – 9/11-type stunned silence – among the New Jersey passengers, from a state which Hillary won by nearly 15 points. But the subways in New York were just the same.
Mind you, this was rush hour. Typically, I’ve observed there’s someone always babbling, yapping idiotically into a phone no matter what the hour. But this day, there was dead silence among the passengers in deep blue People’s Republic of New York City. A quadrant of the country where Hillary (or more precisely, The Candidate Who Is Not The Man Whose Name We Shall Not Speak) won by between 80 and 90 percent, where Trump supporters are just as likely to be suffering from Oppositional Defiance Disorder as any affinity to Le Grand Orange.
There was one exception. I passed a young woman, beaming with a smile from ear to ear. I saw her, and for a moment, I could not contain my poker face. It was, “Hey! Someone else is happy these people …. these people … got what was coming to them for a long time.”
She stood in stark contrast to the pasty white faces of all the other commuters.
Yet that silence was, is, misleading.
But the left is retrenching. They are still arrogant. They are still disdainful of the rights, concerns and feelings of anyone else. The noncompliant. The Unwoke.
In the last two months we’ve seen the left act out its unhinged emotion. Trump’s election is not the cause; the left has been hateful, spiteful and hypocritical for eons. It’s what they do.
They fear mongered til the believe it themselves.
The contrast between the Tea party opposition to the tyranny of the left during the Obama years, and the arguably terroristic tactics that DJ20 and like groups of limp wristed looking leftists plotting to blockade DC on Inauguration day makes it absolutely crystal clear how ironically unaware these tinpot dictator leftist dregs are when they have the gall to call Trump supporters “fascists”.
The stridency of leftist whining and plotting to shut down opposing viewpoints demonstrates the weakness of their childish ideology. Unable to win people over to their political agenda based on the (sorely lacking) merit of their leftist ideology, they plan thuggish, fascist intimidation tactics against those who disagree with them, completely unaware of how they demonstrate the worthlessness of their ideology.
Let us hope that their vicious immaturity indicates the last gasp of their inherently totalitarian movement.