Here’s what we’ve been watching ever since Trump came down that golden escalator:
the fable of the tortoise and the hare.
Except: the hare is NOT supposed to win. That cocky, overconfident, self-promoting braggart! He goes down to a humiliating defeat, everybody knows that! You can’t mess with that! In the primaries, poky “please clap” Jeb played the tortoise. How could he lose? He was s’posed to be there silently waiting at the finish line when the proud, braggadocious hare finally limped over! “Slow and steady wins the race!” This could not really be happening!
And then there was Clinton. She had “earned “ the right to the presidency, she had “paid her dues” in the Senate. She was a woman, so naturally at a disadvantage. A woman married to a notorious sexual philanderer! She was such an obvious loser that she had to win: that’s in the script! She was Patient Griselda, and she was supposed to end up as the Queen.
Welp—turned out about half of us, at least, always secretly found that turtle kinda, boring and repulsive, the entire fable counter-intuitive and —just, preachy and irritating.
Yeah, okay, okay: Pride cometh before a fall, the race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong….This convention that requires any successful individual to feign modesty and humility is deeply inculcated in us all. Some people cannot endure any challenge to It! That’s what explains the deep, intransigent hatred of the Nevers and the Dems for Trump.
in 2016, the race WAS to the swift, and the battle to the strong! The hare turned out to be, not Æsop’s blowhard, but the invincible wiseass Bugs Bunny!
And our country is sharply And bitterly divided: on the Left, those who cling to the old unspoken mores, sputtering with indignation at any deviation, and on the Right, us, the Rightly-guided, secretly and rebelliously rooting for the hare all along!
Whaddya think, O Ratty?