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.
1 comment:
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