So Hilly emerged today from Huma’s hairy humidor to loose a fusillade of obloquy upon the alt-right. Of course the recently installed pistons that drive air through her diaphragm have only limited fuel, and so the candidate had to quickly be reattached to her tubes before suffering a fatal swoon.
But before retreating into the care of her heart/lung machine’s mechanic, she blasted Pepe’s troops with rhetorical ordnance few men could withstand. Racist, hate, uncalled-for memes: no accusation was held back. All of which served to generate a quasar of cackling and merriment from the targets of her denunciations.
On the surface it would seem a suspect strategy to introduce millions of increasingly disaffected middle-class whites to the only movement that holds them above utter contempt. But generals always fight the last war, and Clinton knows the political weapon that has reliably won them all.
It is no particular insight to observe that she is attempting to drive a wedge between Trump’s interest and value voters. I’ve disgorged more words on this topic than I imagine any of you cared to read. And so you’ll get only a few more tonight.
Whether he meant a word of it or not Trump recognized a gaping political opportunity in the bi-party contract to never acknowledge or advance the interests of the majority population. This being an entirely mundane practice in every country outside the Occident.
As such, he ran in open space through the primaries while his opponents could only gawk from their crammed square-foot of media-approved discourse. I’d love to know how many times Bush or Cruz hurled vases into walls while hissing through gritted teeth: He. Can’t. Say. That!
Well he said it. And a large plurality of the republican electorate liked what they heard, despite documented stigmata at the Huffington Post. Unfortunately though, that large plurality has been quite languid in its response to the demographic depredations of both liberals and the donor-devoted republicans they just stuffed into a trashcan. The result of that long reactive delay is that the general electorate looks nothing like it did when most of them went to sleep during the 80s.
Marshaling a huge, enthusiastic contingent of suburban and rural whites put Reagan in the White House in two landslides. Whereas it only put Romney babysitting his black grandchild (sans the enthusiasm all around). Losing any capacity to decide your president is one of the most poignant conservative values of all.
And this is Trump’s predicament. Capturing the cohort that represented certain victory a generation ago, now only puts a candidate in a very narrow alley. And Clinton’s jewish financiers have jumped on his flanks like a stray penny.
Trump has to shift well left of his base to coax the cringing begonias into the light. Clinton’s handlers recognize this uncomfortably wide stance and the natural tension between those opposite ends of his coalition’s body.
The political coup de grace would be in slicing off both extremities and watching the torso twist on the pavement. That would occur if Trump-leaning cucks were repelled by the alt-right flank, as this flank was itself repulsed by his substantial ongoing lean to the tofu center. Modern elections aren’t about platforms or projections of future-state, but how many vacant imbeciles you can entice off the couch. And while conservatives are busy stroking their values, liberals are sowing the demographic fields that get reaped on election day.
I should point out that democrats are even more vulnerable to cunning political manipulation of their ludicrous client circus. Gays, mexicans, muslims, jews, and blacks have practically nothing in common beyond disdain for the America in which they are desperate to reside. But turning this menagerie against itself is definitely not a conservative value either. As losing elections (and countries) plainly is.
So it’s Clinton putting on a show of firing at the hardened alt-right, while actually aiming for the spongy middle. Eventually our pieties are going to be the hardest hit.