Daily Archives: November 10, 2016
Watering The Plant Of The Revolution.
The Revolution is now only two days old, but it is important that the wonderful energy mobilised by the just concluded electoral campaign does not get stuck in the swamp of usual politicking.
There is now a situation last seen in 1928, with White House, Congress and Senate all in Republican hands. But make no mistake: there are many snakes in the GOP grass, ready and willing to sabotage the Revolution.
I now expect determined action for Trump not only in the matters more linked to political issues (the wall, dealing with illegal immigration, and the like) but also in those more directly linked to this Catholic blog: the proposal to the Senate of a seriously conservative Supreme Court judge, and the support for pro-life legislation from the White House. Also, I expect a clear conservative and pro-life stance in the federal judges he will pick.
I do expect that there will be opposition from the snakes in the grass. Let the Senators, then, oppose the Revolution and pay the price when reelection time comes. Let the Congressman defy the wave of Trumpism and feel the effect in the primaries for the 2018 election. If the Revolution is carefully watered and helped to grow strong there will be immense pressure for tepid followers and closeted fifth column to get on with the program. Trump will be able to ask a grateful Country to support candidates friendly to his cause rather than Judases in the mould of Paul “Pussy” Ryan.
A first test of the mood in the House will be the choice of the speaker. If Ryan is confirmed without any serious opposition, I will take it to mean that the GOP congressmen are bent on an attrition war with Trump, and on the eradication of the young revolutionary plant by the usual means of obstruction, duplicity and time wasting. This threat must then become, for decent Americans, the object of the next war, as they start to plan their substitution in 2018 with Revolutionary candidates.
The Revolution must now be expanded and be extended to more levels of power: congress, presidentially appointed judges, Senate, state legislatures, governors.
Let's look at abortion again: a Governor square on the pro-life side has run as Vice President without any uncertainty on his pro-life program, and has won. Governors may not ban abortion, but they can change people. The fact that Pence could be so vocal about consigning abortion to the ash heap of history and still carry the day shows how nearer we are to victory than only 15 years ago.
It is important that Trump now proceeds decisively on the Revolutionary path, allowing pockets of enemy resistance to emerge rapidly instead of hiding and starting from now to prepare for a truly conservative Congress in 2018. I don't think it will be very difficult as decisive action on the wall and immigration issues will give the man a clout that the political prostitutes in Washingon will find very hard to oppose. It would be very bad if Trump allowed himself to slip into the usual path of Washington politicking. Instead, he must take vigorous action on the matters in his competence and publicly denounce and expose every and any sort of obstruction in those that aren't. All those who try to water down the consequences of the 8 November vote must be publicly denounced as enemies of conservatism and allies of the liberal scum. Two years of this, paired with decisive action and prompt delivery on the promises, and you will see the snakes in the grass diminishing rapidly in number and influence.
I am confident that Trump can pull this. I am confident that he has already seen the dangers coming from Congress RINOs and defeated never Trumpers, and is already working on how to either move them to comply or be exposed as the enemies of the Revolution. I am also confident that the man will go at the task in hand with a completely different mentality than your usual professional politician eager to avoid making enemies and securing influence and friends for his “retirement”. This one will seek conflict, and thrive in it.
This is not the end of a long electoral battle. This is the very beginning of a revolution that must conquer the heart of America and, in time, the rest of the West. We must keep your enthusiasm high, and do the most of this wonderful movement.
The Traitorous, Utterly Irrelevant, Stupid Pope
After the victory, we should dedicate ample time (not one day or two; we should make it part of the Catholic discourse) to the traitors in the time of battle.
The most prominent position must go to the Pope; because, evil as we already know he is, he is still the Pope.
Francis is dumb. I mean with this that he is stupid. No, I am not saying this in a figurative, polemical way. What I mean to say is that the man is literally dimwitted.
After his wall comments in the past months, it was clear to the dumbest observers that not only Francis’ attack had not helped Hillary, but that he had backfired. Another man – a man I do not want to say wise, but at least not stupid – would have learnt the lesson and understood that it is better to shut up about walls & Co. for the time being, and at least until after the election.
Alas for him, Francis is stupid. And in his stupidity, he thought he would allow himself another ego trip just before the election. When I saw it I thought that this was a good sign, and more votes for the coming Trumpening. I love to think, today, that this greatest of victories was, in a tiny way, also helped by Francis’ involuntary contribution to one of the best arguments of the Trump campaign: build that wall!
Trump appears to have captured way more Catholic votes than Romney. Francis appears to be not only irrelevant, but somewhat relevant in reverse: he is so discredited that he helps his opponents.
Oh joy! To know that Francis helped more people to get on the Trump train!
Therefore, we have a clear photography of this disgraceful man: traitorous, largely irrelevant, and very stupid.
Why The Trump Train Could Not Be Stopped
This excellent article was posted as a comment on the Conservative Treehouse. I thought it summarises very well the thoughts and feeling of many after this wonderful election.
This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.
It’s midnight in America. The day before fifty million Americans got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed and taunted them.
They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered by the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath and they stood.
They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.
The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from coast to coast, rose up with it.
They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential election. They fought back against being told that they had to watch what they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted to work for a living and take care of their families.
They fought and they won.
This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had ever known.
Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that they still mattered.
They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration? Everyone knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning Muslims? What kind of bigot even thinks that way? Love wins. Marriage loses. The future belongs to the urban metrosexual and his dot com, not the guy who used to have a good job before it went to China or Mexico.
They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future. Instead they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.
And they changed everything.
Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. A billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was no longer your America. It was his.
He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his version of history was right and inevitable.
And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past him and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy.
And America said, “No.”
Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated the Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the impossible. And their dedication made the impossible happen.
Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t be won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America or to deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland territories.
It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did the impossible. They turned the world upside down.
It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for two straight terms, the mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran the country, was set to win.
Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They blocked it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had done their best for their future. They bet on America. And they won.
They won improbably. And they won amazingly.
They were tired of ObamaCare. They were tired of unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of watching their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country. They were tired of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired of seeing their America disappear.
And they stood up and fought back. This was their last hope. Their last chance to be heard.
Watch this video. See ten ways John Oliver destroyed Donald Trump. Here’s three ways Samantha Bee broke the internet by taunting Trump supporters. These three minutes of Stephen Colbert talking about how stupid Trump is owns the internet. Watch Madonna curse out Trump supporters. Watch Katy Perry. Watch Miley Cyrus. Watch Robert Downey Jr. Watch Beyonce campaign with Hillary. Watch. Click.
Watch fifty million Americans take back their country.
The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t about personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty million people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting back. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the lost Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who nodded along when the organizers told them how to vote, but who refused to sell out their futures.
No one will ever interview all those men and women. We will never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done. They did the impossible.
America is a nation of impossibilities. We exist because our forefathers did not take no for an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not from the elites who told them that it couldn’t be done.
The day when we stop being able to pull off the impossible is the day that America will cease to exist.
Today is not that day. Today fifty million Americans did the impossible.
Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything is about to change.
Daniel Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the Freedom Center, is a New York writer focusing on radical Islam.
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