Monday, November 21, 2016

American Uprising

Daniel Greenfield (Nov 9, 2016)
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.
hey 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 all the left’s video stunts. 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 away!

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
he 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.

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1 comment:

Foxx Lady said...


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