I spent a couple of hours yesterday evening browsing through this, and comparing it with my own experience. 7 P.M. Eastern Time was Midnight here in the UK, so I could easily compare the unfolding of the events on NBC with my own night, spent (without closing an eye, and I will remember this until the day I die) on much better informed sites until victory became a factual certainty, and then switching to the MSM coverage to enjoy watching them cringe.
Those who followed the event with people who knew what they were talking about (Sundance at The Last Refuge/Conservative Treehouse is a prime example, but I also found the NYT county-by-county live “map” report extremely useful) knew Florida was clearly gone around 9:20 P.M. Eastern time. The NBC people kept talking about Michigan, but they completely slept on Pennsylvania and Wisconsin turning Republican, which they discovered (or pretended to discover) way too late in the evening. They also clearly stopped talking about Florida when the facts had already spoken, but they did not want to admit the inevitable. It was deception every minute of it, carefully veiled at the start and more and more panicked (and resentful) later.
You can have a lot of fun watching here how the events unfolded and the tide supposedly turned (“turned” for them, I mean. I went into the night knowing from the start Trump was the favourite). You can also clearly notice how the relatively neutral tone at the beginning of the night turns increasingly more bitter as the events belie the leftist narrative. Insults to Trump start to abound after it becomes clear he is winning *big*, and every pretense of impartial journalism is abandoned by many of the blabbering heads.
One last thing I would like to note, as it seems to me it has not been sufficiently reported.
John Podesta appears and says every last vote must count. You would think this is the result of the decision to wait that all votes are counted before conceding. However, pretty much at the same time as Podesta was speaking Hitlery was calling Trump to… concede. The cowardly dyke had decided to lie once again, to her own biggest fans! She wanted to have the control of the biggest nuclear arsenal in the world, but she could not face people who have donated a lot of time, money and effort to her and tell her she has lost. The reports that she sobbed hysterically for hours, had to be restrained when she tried to physically attacking Podesta and got drunk appear entirely realistic.
Still, one should be gracious to the loser. Therefore, I will limit myself to saying that Hillary Clinton is a huge piece of shit.
Enjoy the video, and come back to see it again when you feel like it. Browse around, pick a time, jump back and forth, and literally enjoy the show…
The Great Night (I did not close an eye at all, and went to work the day after full of coffee and enthusiasm) is now nine days old, and no day has gone by without me thinking of what could have been if the Lord had wanted it otherwise, and sending a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord above for the great, great grace given to us.
I still shiver, every day, thinking of what the world would have become if the Lesbian Bitch had managed to make it. And as the trends of the USA pretty often tend to cross the ocean after a while, what would have happened to us, old and tired Europeans abandoned to the mercy of the likes of Hitlery and Merkel.
But the Lord was good to us. He heard our cry, and saw our tears. He gave us more than a reprieve. He gave us a great chance at a counteroffensive of epical proportions, a huge cavalry charge like this young and stupid century has not seen yet.
For the last nine days, I have had a sensation of optimism bordering on euphoria, as I realise that the double whammy of Brexit and Trumpening could be a replay of the greatest double whammy I have seen in my life, the Thatcher and Reagan one.
God helps those who help themselves. This is a huge occasion. On no account must it be squandered. Similarly, this is no time for “across the aisle” and “let's get along” waffle: the Libtard would not have had any mercy for you in victory, you should not have any mercy for them in defeat.
As my US American readers prepare themselves for Thanksgiving, we should (US American or not) reflect on how much we have to thank the Lord in this 2016, the Year of The Trumpening.
Brutal video concerning Hitlery, basically the lesbian version of Uday and Kusay without the balls.
If the report is true (it matches the character; you know it is) we have all the scale of the drama we have just escaped.
Able to cry for hours inconsolably, to the point that even hours after the defeat she can barely be understood. Able to blame Comey for an investigation she, and she alone, has caused with her arrogance and despise for the law. Able to blame Obama for not doing enough to stop Comey, and here we really see the attitude of the witch totally accustomed to get away with everything.
The stupid, whining bitch was talking of “glass ceiling”, as if real qualities were not necessary to be President. The stupid, whining bitch wanted to lead a Superpower and wasn’t able to stay away from a drink or three. The stupid, whining bitch has so little leadership, so little understanding that even now she is unable to see that she is the only one responsible for her own political undoing and, very possibly, jail.
The uncontrollable crying could, if you ask me, actually be the result of much more than the loss of the presidency. It could be the result of the sudden realisation that she has lost the system of power that kept her swimming in money and away from jail; that she is now, in other words, alone against the power of very angry FBI ranks and file, and without Comey, Obama or the DoJ covering for her every crime. Not a reassuring thought if you have the past (and present) of Hillary Clinton.
When you have lived in a bubble for thirty year it is hard to discover the president and First Lady have stopped following you on twitter. But then you reassure yourself, thinking that with the unavoidable victory everything will be fine again. When the victory fails to materialise, suddenly the orange jumpsuit becomes a far more concrete prospect.
I will not join the unavoidable list of the “live and let live” people. Hillary represents exactly that kind of political rot that should not be allowed to fester more and more. She should be investigated thoroughly and without any favour and, if found guilty, she should be punished exemplarily.
The first female candidate to the Presidency to end up in jail. That would be news.
Orange, they say, is the new blue.
Youtube is submerged with videos of Millennial crybabies eager to show the world (it’s always “me,me, me” by them) how utterly devastated they are.
Latte-sipping faggots unable to hold tears. Obese whales screaming like they are possessed (which they possibly are). Old feminists living the end of a nightmare. Pretended pundits thinking they understand something about politics, or having an epic meltdown.
I think the ugly witch at 1:06 gets the biscuit, but feel free to disagree.
Post other videos if you want.
Let’s savour this.
The exit polls I read around all indicate that Trump has won the Catholic vote (no, I am not talking of the judases with the same name, and may they sink in the irrelevance they richly deserved). If you ask me, the reason for this is not to be found in his (weak) homo stance, or in his defence of religious liberty and the consequence for Catholic organisations and religious orders in case of abolition of Obamacare. Whilst these factors probably played a role in some way, I do not think they were decisive. The decisive factor was, if you ask me, abortion.
Very bravely, Trump and Pence chose to “obsess” about abortion. In time, more and more tepid Catholics were forced to confront their conscience, and decide that the unborn child was more deserving of their vote than their wallet or their personal (dis)likings.
This seems to me to confirm a concept I have often expressed in the past: most Catholics are now like scattered sheep, unable and too lazy to follow their mediocre pastors. But at some level they still know what is what, and they know that truth can't change. Once constantly confronted with the reality of Catholic teaching vigorously defended, slowly but surely many of them start to move in the right direction.
Catholicism is unique in this: that whoever start to defend it vocally does not have to reinvent or reshape anything. It is no novelty like a “New Labour” or “Reaganomics”, that must be developed, justified, tested. It's there, beautifully immutable, ready for use and with no need of justification. You don't have to persuade people that it works. It is enough to inform them that it exists. It is an all-encompassing, ready-to-use religious system with vast ramifications in the economic and social sphere. It's an all-you-can-eat buffet read for use, and available for free.
Trump and Pence used the buffet, and took from it a big portion of abortion and a side of religious freedom and persecuted nuns. And it worked spectacularly well, because shattered as they are, enough sheep were smart enough to listen to the improbable shepherds rather than to the poppycock of the “glass ceiling” and the criminal lesbian witch thinking it is enough to cry “Vaginas of the world, unite!”.
Trump and Pence chose to do exactly what Pope Francis so despised: they “obsessed about abortion” with a frankness unthinkable for most political personnel only a decade or two ago, and not frequently found even among US bishops. They exposed the cowardice and complicity with the Enemy of Francis and his socialist ilk. They showed that when a couple of willing – if imperfect – pastors show up, the sheep start to respond pretty fast.
Shame on you, Francis, lewd promoter of everything that is evil. The Trump Train rode all over you, and millions of Catholics now realise what a phony you are.
Millions now realise that even a Donald Trump, with all his much-publicised shortcomings, is way more Catholic than the Pope.
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.
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.
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.
Good alternative to the usual prostitutes.