Last November 8, the world watched and waited for what seemed an inevitable victory for Hillary Rodham Clinton. If you listened to the pollsters, it was a done deal. But there were a few of us outliers who had been listening to another voice – a voice within that told of a different outcome. These few folks who had their ears to the ground and their hand on the pulse of the people saw not just a Trump victory but perhaps even a landslide. And although Mr. Trump’s success at the polls cannot be categorized an actual landslide, it came pretty darn close.
Last November 6 – before Liberty Nation even existed, I penned the following article. It was rejected by a conservative publisher as either far-fetched or something that could “jinx” the election (as if one article could muster that kind of fire-power). Whatever the reason, the following article never ran. But it seems an apropos time to revisit what some of us in America postulated was the possible outcome of an election that stunned the world. I won’t say what follows is prescient – but it’s pretty doggone close. See what you think:
How do you spell Landslide: T-R-U-M-P
The L word which no pollster will speak of in these days of curious, cover-your-behind forecasting is beginning to bubble up and seep through the bottom of that creaky old boat that everyone thought was sailing toward the sure horizon of a Hillary Clinton presidency. They dare not utter it for fear of being trampled beneath the weight of the behemoth MSM now known as American Pravda. But once a leak has sprung, it’s hard to keep the rushing waters from flooding in. Any which way you look at it friends, the seepage has begun and that huuuuuge Democratic victory is beginning to look like a rapidly sinking ship.
Couple that L word with another — the A word– for avalanche. This unusual downward movement of mass is none other than the statewide polls detecting a serious voter shift spreading across the nation — New Hampshire, Nevada, Colorado, Michigan, Virginia and dare we say Pennsylvania.
The upshot of this sudden, overwhelming avalanche of polls has sent Mrs. Clinton and her sycophants into panic mode. Panic, the word itself, is derived from ancient Greek mythology where the god Pan participated in the battle of the Titans by letting out a horrible screech, scattering them in terror. How revealing that Mrs. Clinton’s shrieks can now be heard all across America, from sea to shining sea.
Why be so brave as to enter the L word into the American lexicon now? Well, let’s take a moment to spell it all out for those trembling pollsters quivering at the very thought of a Trump landslide:
T stands for Donald J. Trump – the man himself who is raw, rough and ready. A businessman willing to steer the ship back toward the land of the free and away from the choppy seas that have shackled her people to the deck of a Pirate ship that would have them ready to walk the plank. Among his ideas that the left find so disturbing are: cutting taxes, removing unnecessary regulations, nominating a person to the Supreme Court willing to uphold the Constitution, grow the economy and create job, jobs, jobs. All novel ideas to those who worship the Pan god.
R stands for Republicans. Even those who’ve been standing on the shore all this time have caught sight of the rising tide. Primary arch-enemy Ted Cruz recently joined Mike Pence on the campaign trail. Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell finally stuck his finger in the air and saw which way the winds were blowing and decided to jump aboard the Trump ship before it sets sail. As for someone like John Kasich who wrote-in McCain for president, one can only surmise he’s been dipping into Gary Johnson’s private stash of New Mexican weed and inhaling deeply.
U stands for U.S.A. and its people who are tired of toting the barge all by themselves. From the lighthouse nearby they’ve watched Obamacare premiums take off like an F-18 fighter jet and a once-great economy now lying in shreds, tossed about by the raging seas of the Barack Obama leftist regime. Then there are those old, tattered First and Second Amendment rights eroding like the sand floating on a high tide. The sailors are salty and weary. Yes, it does seem that a mutiny is at hand.
M stands for media and the Sandinistas who run just about every American media outlet in print, on- tube or online. The rank hypocrisy of the Fourth Estate is almost breathtaking and to many of us who used to work in it, heartbreaking. Gone are the reporters who actually bother to engage in genuine reportage (save Catherine Herridge and James Rosen). Gone is any cloak of impartiality. Gone, gone, gone are “just the facts, ma’am.” In reality, the media stands as one of the preeminent reasons for a Trump landslide because the American people now have a burning desire to stick it to them.
P stands for Pennsylvania. That fount of wisdom Joe Scarborough and his satraps on Morning Joe recently said, “Whenever a Republican talks about winning Pennsylvania, I just laugh.” We’ve all heard the stale talking points about Pennsylvania being a GOP Waterloo. But as someone who hails from the Keystone State and whose grandfather was a steelworker, I can tell you the carnage left in the wake of NAFTA in the Monongahela Valley is nothing short of tragic. It’s safe to say, as recent poll numbers verify, that folks have had enough and are ready to walk off the democratic plantation.
But that’s not all.
Democrats are frothing at the mouth in hopes of winning North Carolina. As a News Anchor at the Charlotte NBC station in the 1980’s, I can tell you that all one need do is look at the first of the Jim Hunt/Jesse Helms Senate races to find out where the voters aboard the Ship Tar Heel will land. Polls that year showed Jim and Jesse tied going into the election. Wrong. Helms won it by a decisive margin. When a local camerawoman was questioned about the inexplicability of the outcome, she said, “You’re such a Yankee. Don’t you know that’s why voting booths have curtains?” And please, please don’t talk about the changing demographics in North Carolina. It hasn’t changed THAT much.
The argument for a Trump landslide is this: Voters have reached the meniscus – that lens-shaped upper surface of a liquid that cannot hold even one more drop of water before it spills over into a puddle on the floor. Mrs. Clinton is that extra drop that the glass simply cannot hold.
So that’s how you spell landslide. And whether you are a confessing Christian or an atheist, your prayer is about to be answered. Not from the Greek Pan god, but from the one, true God who said, “I have seen violence done to the helpless, and I have heard the groans of the poor. Now I will rise up to rescue them, as they have longed for me to do.”