I’d say that the Donald Trump we’ve just elected is just as much of a reasonably lifelike but ultimately hallow replica of a world leader as Disney’s popular robots are, but that’s low hanging fruit so I won’t say that.
“Smooth transitions are good,” Iger said after President Obama met with Trump immediately after this month’s travesty election.
“I will say on the smooth transitions front, we are going through a smooth transition as well. We have already prepared a bust of President-elect Trump to go into our Hall of the Presidents at Disney World.” Continue reading →
*Take a look at the picture directly above…It was inspired by the man who, in his acceptance speech as president-elect, promises to unite us. To bring the global community together. This would certainly be a remarkable feat seeing as he can’t even bring his own country together. Hey Mr. Trump, let’s start with your own neighborhood.
What a contrast the days following his election have shown juxtaposed to the 2008 election of president Barack Obama. Even though many voted otherwise, nothing overshadowed the feeling of celebration and positive energy. This happened with Obama’s re-election as well.
I, not unlike millions of others, can’t say the same about the days following Trump’s election. If it weren’t for the minute number of electoral votes needed (270) for the presidency, instead of the millions of popular votes given to Clinton, Trump would not have won. Now, half of the country appears to be in one big funk. People are protesting on the streets all over the country. Leaders from around the world who oppose his win are weighing in.
But worst of all, Trump’s victory has brought people who think like him out into the open with red hats replacing white sheets. He has inspired such hateful, nasty individuals my jaw continues to drop.
Donald, of all the celebratory tactics your people could have chosen to showcase the Republican victory — parades, confetti, some positive joyful acts; they chose to run amuck with disrespectful, hateful representations of your vision (Scroll down).
Your people have gone full frontal. When on earth did they grow such “balls”…? They’ve put a whole new spin on the term, “white trash.” Continue reading →
*Ouch. That’s gotta hurt. But I applaud you, Barack Obama. You always show such grace and style; even when things don’t go your way. But even you have got to admit this picture speaks volumes, sir. Both of you sitting there, trying your darndest to get through the moment as the media records your every grimace; both of you gritting those teeth as you practically cut each other’s blood circulation off with that handshake.
I’ll say it again. Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.
Donald can’t even look at you he’s in such pain. In fact, he looks like he might spontaneously combust at any moment.
Question. Was this photo op before or after you ran down the presidential job description to him — the one we hear scared Donald so badly you took pity on him and have now offered to hang around a bit longer to “guide him” through?
Contrastingly, I’ve been stumbling around all week, off and on, tripping over my own words and waiting to wake up from the type of nightmare I never wanted to witness. I haven’t felt like this since I was 15 years old.
In a world before CNN, the internet, or around the clock access to news updates via a smartphone, I was watching the CBS Evening News’ election returns one November evening in 1980, gathering information for a civics essay I was assigned to write. President Jimmy Carter was running for reelection, and in my parents’ eyes, the election returns weren’t worth staying up for.
“There’s no way the country’s going to elect a former actor,” my mom said of the president’s opponent, Ronald Reagan. “You should just go to bed and watch the morning news for results info before you go to school tomorrow.”
It was getting late and I was fading fast, so I listened to Mom and went to bed, looking forward to waking up and getting caught up on everything.
The next morning, I thought someone had died when I walked into the kitchen and looked into my mother’s eyes, as she paused while packing her lunch for work.
“This is going to be the longest four years of your lifetime,” she posited of what was to be President Reagan’s first term. Neither of us could have known that Reagan’s reign would last 12 long years, between his back-to-back administrations and George Bush’s election in 1988.
“You’ll be voting for president next time,” Mom told me. “Never take that privilege for granted.”
It was one of the best pieces of advice I have received to-date from my mother, and I went on to vote in every presidential election since 1984. I am proud to have helped Bill Clinton, and later Barack Obama, get elected.
As I watched last week’s returns come in, the results of an election during which only a reported 57 percent of the electorate voted, I found myself struggling to envision a world that includes a President Donald Trump.Continue reading →
*Oh god. Talk about alternate universes, a claim that Hillary Clinton made when speaking of how Donald Trump views the world we live in, here’s ANOTHER great example. I came upon a YouTube video where BBC NewsNight spoke to African novelist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and American Spectator Editor-in-chief, Emmett Tyrrell,a Trump supporter. Needless to say one of the highlights of the video is Chimamanda’s calm, classy and stunning shut down of Tyrrell, after his attempt to define racism.
You’re a white man. You don’t get to define what racism is- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Then the descent into delusion began when the BBC NewsNight host asked Tyrrell a simple question.
BBC Host: “Will Donald Trump govern in the same way that he campaigned?”
Typically, online advertising alone is a $149 billion annual business. However, Donald Trump had a whole different idea when it came to advertising, and it won him the election.
No story has dominated the media the way Donald Trump’s has since 9/11 — not the Afghan War, the capture of Osama Bin Laden, or the death of King of Pop Michael Jackson. He colonized all media outlets; print, social media and online, and television, with only 12% of the staffers as his opponent Hilary Clinton.
So how exactly did he do it? Trump ran a media campaign that was exactly as unconventional as this past election year, by isolating the media and making them furious worked in his favor. He attacked the journalists on a personal level, called them names such as sleazy, dishonest, and not good people.
Trump blacklisted specific reporters from coming to his rallies, mocked a disabled reporter, and questioned the credibility of long-established, nationally recognized and well-known media channels such as the New York Times in a form of manipulation that worked out in his favor.
As a result of his attacking-the-press strategy, no one mainstream outlet had any influence over the voters backing the nominee of their choice. In the first time in U.S. history, these highly popular media outlets were attacked so vehemently that voters had no idea what to believe, which made it incredibly difficult for the papers to frame the issues of the presidential race efficiently.
Trump’s media campaign also wiped the slate clean of what many would call a lack of political substance. Not anywhere in the three political debates were topics brought up concerning the Afghanistan War, the drug war and opioid epidemic, the next step for Social Security and Medicare, or even climate change. It seemed that not one media outlet wanted to bring up any of these issues as all Trump would just insult them and immediately change the subject.
However, this unconventional plan of action worked its magic on those living in rural America, particularly on farmers. While the number of farms in the U.S. — 229,237 as of 2013 — may not seem like a lot, the rural vote is what propelled Trump to declare victory.
Throughout all of the Republican states, Trump was able to succeed because he carried the vote in many blue-collar cities and rural farming communities.
“What we’re seeing across the country is that Trump is just outperforming other recent Republican candidates in a lot of these smaller, rural areas, and in small towns—in some areas that were once Democratic,” explains Alan Abramowitz, a political scientist at Emory University in Atlanta to the Wall Street Journal. “He’s getting huge margins out of these rural areas.”
But why? Trump appealed to anxious, working-class blue collar workers with promises of scaling back free trade and limiting immigration, with a combative personality that seemed to promise change in Washington. This appeal for change also attracted the older, white voter who felt as if the country was changing so rapidly that they were feeling left behind.
Trump’s overall numbers represent one of the largest change agents in electoral history. In the industrial Midwest, Trump held a 13-point GOP lead. He carried middle class, non-college educated white men by a whopping 39%, and the nationwide male vote by 12%.
Besides the disparaging generational and racial gaps, voters for Trump and Clinton held shockingly different opinions on the future of the American government. Clinton supporters believed the future was bright for those of all ages, while Trump voters said the country would only get worse.
*There was a post going around on social media that said, “I’m embarrassed to live in a country where Donald Trump can run for President.” Well, to this we can ask, how do you feel about living in a country where he becomes President-elect? As of this writing, no winner has yet to be chosen, but Donald Trump holds 247 of the 270 electoral votes needed to win the position of POTUS, to Hillary Clinton’s steadfast 215.
Miracles notwithstanding, the writing is on the proverbial wall.
Political commentator Van Jones isa gracious man. The single African American on the panel of eight pundits, he offered congratulations to the Republicans in the room who abruptly interrupted and told him, “You’re early, we haven’t won yet!” But Jones, not unlike many of us, had already conceded. “Yes, I know. But I was raised well,” he responded, adding something to the effect that he can say ‘good job’ when he sees the writing on the wall.
What old men know is that everything can change. Langston Hughes wrote these lines when I was 8 years old, in the very different America of 1935.
It was an America where the life of a black person didn’t count for much. Where women were still second-class citizens, where Jews and other ethnic whites were looked on with suspicion, and immigrants were kept out almost completely unless they came from certain approved countries in Northern Europe. Where gay people dared not speak the name of their love, and where “passing” — as white, as a WASP, as heterosexual, as something, anything else that fit in with what America was supposed to be — was a commonplace, with all of the self-abasement and the shame that entailed.
It was an America still ruled, at its base, by violence. Where lynchings, and especially the threat of lynchings, were used to keep minorities away from the ballot box and in their place. Where companies amassed arsenals of weapons for goons to use against their own employees and recruited the police and National Guardsmen to help them if these private corporate armies proved insufficient. Where destitute veterans of World War I were driven from the streets of Washington with tear gas and bayonets, after they went to our nation’s capital to ask for the money they were owed.
Much of that was how America had always been. We changed it, many of us, through some of the proudest struggles of our history. It wasn’t easy, and sometimes it wasn’t pretty, but we did it, together.