You Can’t Always Get
What You Want,
(But if you try
sometimes, you might
Find what you need.)
by
A Crude Sort Of
Nationalist
Oh,
yes. The results of the election took
the Left by surprise. It didn’t take the
Right by surprise. I knew from day one
that Trump would win and never wavered.
Back then around day one when the race began I was what Obama, taking
the high road, called a ‘Domestic Terrorist’.
Just today I learned that according to
High Road Barry I’m ‘a crude sort
of Nationalist.’ Keep an eye on me, I
like the attention. Personally, I’m not
so sure I’m one or the other. In my
vanity I would consider myself a clear sighted globalist. But then, what do I know.
When I say
globalist I don’t mean in the narrow, constricted, constipated sense that High
Road uses; I mean in the expansive way
that realizes that it doesn’t mean surrendering the country to fatuous trade organizations;
I mean it in the sense that low cost producers are corrected from taking
advantage of- I almost said exploiting- more advanced economies with higher
wage and benefit structures. Note that
word benefits. The low cost producers
don’t provide their workers with any, a terrific advantage. Those benefits are what make it so easy for
citizens of low cost or no cost countries to migrate to where the bennies are.
So, like
Trump, I believe in tariffs that balance out the production costs. Probably what the High Road means by being a
crude sort of Nationalist. Well, if High
Road is actually leaving I say God Speed at exit levels and have a nice journey
and take your wife with you. God, I’m
tired of the sorority gal image. I liked
her better in the pictures of the high life girl visiting Spain. Those jungle prints were revealing. Then she came back to the US and got into her
sorority drag again. Queen of the
hop. Boppity bop be bop.
Which brings
us to that other vile defamation going around- misogynist. God, what a negative sexist term. What does it mean in the mouths of Liberals-
a man who won’t bow and scrape before the eternal feminine? Talk about being afraid of ‘strong’ women, those
crazy feminists are afraid of strong men.
Masculinity is at a premium these days and why? I don’t apologize for it. Walk like a man my son. Trump beats that femmy High Road and somehow
he managed to snare a snappy wife, then another and then yet another. That man knows women. Obama?
Well, there are those persistent rumors.
Then our
friend over at the Wall Street Journal, Peg Noonan, is all a-tremble at the
Trump triumph. She apparently thinks
something startling is going to happen; it isn’t. Oh, there will be a shift in attitude, that
will be beneficial, a slight move to the Right, but after being a New York
Liberal for seventy years I don’t expect anything major from Trump, no 8.1 on
the Richter scale.
I hope that
Trump honors his Chinese and immigration stances but we will have to see. He’s already said the sexist crap is settled
law so the tranny population should sky rocket; our kindergartners will
continue to be trained to perverted sexual practices. That ought to solve the late term abortion
problem. No conception, no problem.
I could
easily go on a ramble, but I’m going to call it here. If High Road is really going to check out I’d
like to give him a heartfelt so long, it’s been good to know you. Let me recommend a good parallel universe.
But then, I
remember he categorically said that Donald Trump will never serve as President
of the United States. What’s the trick?
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