“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world /like a colossus.”
I watched Trump’s speech in Nevada last night. (Most of it: he went on till after midnight, and I, a mere mortal, dozed off for a few minutes; I know I missed something good. I felt like the poor exhausted disciples in Gethsemane)
But I was determined to hear the exhortation at the end, and to see if they’d play YMCA… they did! How effing brilliant a choice is that song, on every possible level? It’s a rake lying in the Dems path; let ‘em step on it and bloody their noses. First of all the group itself, the “Village People“. Village, not city. People, not “base“. The glorious political incorrectness, and more glorious demographic Correctness, of their costumes! The open, casual embrace of the Dem-despiséd creed which puts the C in YMCA! The repeated appeal to youth. To masculinity. It. Is. Audacious.
This ain’t no “dog whistle”; this is the noon whistle: come to the feast which you’ve earned by your labor. Throw down the muttock and dance while ye may!
Of course the rally started at about 7:30 local time, but Trump is from the East side of the country. Most of us were ready for beddy -bye, like I was: he’s up there under the lights, energy and enthusiasm unflagging, shouting the battle cry of freedom.
And of course it’s not only our national “narrow world” that he bestrides. He’s everywhere: de-Balkanizing the Balkans, the area whose name for a century has been a byword for intractable internecine strife. Arab countries lining up to make peace with Israel, finally realizing the stupidity of holding back because of their petulant pet Palestinians. (To the horror of the Left, their pseudo-socialist darlings the Norwegians and the Swedes have noticed 😱. ) These are things, like American energy independence, which I never thought I would actually see in my lifetime.
Why do I watch these rallies?
Because I want proof that I’m not crazy. ( okay I admit I went through this post removing a plethora of exclamation points.) I want, no, I need, to see crowds of other Americans who see things the way I do. To remind myself that whatever happens on Nov 3 these people are still my fellow citizens, they are real, they are many, they —we—cannot be ignored.