You gotta give the guy credit. From the first outrageous rant to the last rally, he knew exactly who he was connecting with, and it wasn’t us.
We listened and were outraged. Others listened and said, “This guy is not afraid to speak his mind.”
“Crooked Hillary!” “Lock her up!” “Seal the borders.” “Build a wall and make Mexico pay for it.”
We were laughing. “He’ll never last.” But he did.
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For perhaps the first time in a federal election, the “others” listened. The ones his rival called a basket of deplorables. The ones who were sick and tired of “big government,” of immigrant labor stealing their jobs, of being left on the sidelines of life while others were “making it.”
And he knew that. He spoke. They listened. They registered. They showed up at the polls. Because at last they had a champion who heard them, who listened, who told it like it was.
No wonder he crushed his opponent on election night. His “deplorables” were sick and tired, and it was time to put the rest of us in our place.
We never saw it coming. But they did.