Marx (either Groucho or Karl, can’t remember which brother) famously observed that history repeats itself, playing out the first time as tragedy and the second time as farce.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, ACs and DCs, meet the Alt-Right nee Dixiecrats.
Historically, the one great strength of the Democratic Party is the obverse of its equally great weakness: It is a party of diverse factions, some diametrically opposed to one another, yet it manages to find a way to compromise and agree on certain key issues that directly or indirectly benefit the party as a whole.
Jim Crow white Protestant southern segregationists had to find ways to compromise with urban labor and Catholics and non-Christians and various minorities in order to get things done.
After World War One, the Democrats realized the political power base of the country was moving into the big cities and adjusted their political strategies and tactics accordingly.
In 1948 the Democratic Party suffered a major defection by the Dixiecrats (formal name: States’ Rights Democratic Party, then as now “states’ rights” being Orwellian doublespeak for “what white people want”).
The Dixiecrats almost cost Truman re-election and though they soon formally disbanded, certainly bolstered the Republicans fortunes after WWII and through the 1950s and early 1960s.
In the aftermath of President Kennedy’s assassination, Lyndon Johnson used the country’s sense of loss to speed passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
Without Kennedy’s death, it might have been the early 1970s before such a comprehensive act would have been passed.
The Jim Crow segregationists by and large bolted the Democratic Party and, in the 1968 election, either rallied around former Alabama governor George Wallace or responded to the “dog whistle” of Nixon’s infamous southern strategy.
The Democratic Party lost the White House and, in the wake of the political and social turmoil of the late 1960s / early 1970s, lost even more decisively to Nixon in 1972.
While Nixon today would fall on the progressive / liberal side of the aisle, he provided conservative Republicans with a game plan for political cultural dominance that focused on recruiting Jim Crow segregationists and turning middle and working class whites against their own self interests by demonizing and denigrating everyone who wasn’t part of their self-proclaimed “silent majority”.
Supported by the coded racism of people like William F. Buckley Jr., the political opportunism of religious leaders like Billy Graham, and the grandstanding pseudo-punditry of entertainers like Rush Limbaugh, the Republicans quietly recreated a duplicate of the Dixiecrats white supremacists social pyramid, with conservative white Protestant males at the apex of the social structure.
The further away an American citizen fell from that four-fold test for political orthodoxy — conservative and/or white and/or Protestant and/or male — the less important you were to those on the top (though one could advance on the scale somewhat if one supported those on top enthusiastically enough; see Uncle Toms, Phyllis Schlafly, Log Cabin Republicans, etc., etc., and of course, etc.).
This political orthodoxy was subverted by far right big money interests who bankrolled the various tea party factions. It created a base that focused almost exclusively on protecting and enabling those big money interests by appealing overtly and covertly to middle and working class fears of dropping down in social status.
And in the GOP worldview, that meant dropping down to non-white, non-male, non-Christian (“Christian” having become coded language for “evangelical and / or fundamentalist Protestants” to the exclusion of mainstream Protestants, Catholics, Mormons, and other Christian denominations) status.
Only by staying conservative, claimed the Republicans, can you avoid falling down to…”their” level.
The result is what we now refer to as the Alt-Right, a foul turd stew of white supremacists (ranging from country club racists to outright neo-Nazis and Klansmen), religious bigots (which is what the whole anti-LGBT movement is about as well as hatred of Muslims, atheists, and any other non-Christians), and toxic masculinity (be it disguised with sickening patronization or overt misogyny).
The Democrats, whatever problems they’ll face in the decades to come, at least don’t have this ball and chain around their necks.
So what does this portend for the Republican Party in the aftermath of the upcoming Trump loss?
The GOP will probably split into two groups, with the question being if the genuine conservatives or the Alt-Right end up in possession of the name.
If the genuine conservatives keep the GOP brand, then the Alt-Right will probably suffer a fate similar to the Dixiecrats of 1948: Spoilers or potential spoilers for the GOP, directly siphoning off Republican influence, indirectly benefiting the Democrats in doing so.
However, the surviving Republicans then get to make significant course corrections that will make their political brand more appealing to minority voters. They can and will plausibly denounce the Alt-Right and will use that to attract voters who historically leaned Democrat.
It gives the GOP the chance to survive as a viable party and rebuild for the future.
On the other hand, if the Alt-Right wins, then it’s pretty much the end of the Republican Party.
Genuine conservatives will migrate to something else, and what that new party may be, I can only hazard a guess: It will be comprised of principled Republicans angry over what their leadership allowed to happen to their party, pragmatic Libertarians tired of spinning their wheels, and conservative-leaning Democrats who will find a more comfortable home for their views and opinions.
As opposed to other third party efforts in the past, this new conservative party can start with elected officials already in place as they will doubtlessly pick up a lot of seated defectors.
Regardless of which version plays out, the Alt-Right is soon to find itself fncked and far from home.
If angry white males couldn’t elect John McCain…
If angry white males couldn’t elect Mitt Romney…
If angry white males can’t elect Donald Fncking Trump…
Mind you, they’re not going away quietly:
Like rabid howler monkeys in a zoo, they’re going to be screaming and rubbing feces in their hair for the rest of our lives.
But they’re impotent and weak, and if the country needs scapegoats to demonize for the rest of Century 21, then they’re volunteering for the job.
call it destiny / fate / history / justice / karma
it rolls forward in only one direction
and though it may move slowly at times
or appear to hesitate
it never fully
has an inside
and an outside
inside the wheel
and if you are
you can climb around
the inside on those spokes
and avoid being crushed
as the great wheel turns
the thing is
you have to share the spokes
with other people
but that’s all right
there’s plenty of room
just realize we’re all
in the same great wheel
and enjoy the ride
outside the wheel
you don’t see others
you only see you and yours
have been crushed under the great wheel
held down by its terrible weight
and now as the wheel turns
the terrible weight is lifted
and they scramble
to free others
and get inside
the safety of the wheel
there are others
who as the wheel turned
and raised the spoke they clung to
decided to climb outside the wheel
and ride it to the top
to do this
they had to ignore
everyone else in the wheel
and focus only on themselves
the great wheel turns
those riding on the top
feel their formerly secure perch
starting to shift beneath them
they see the dizzying vertigo ahead of them
see all the previous riders on the outside
either fell off or disappeared
and see that fate awaits them
the savvy ones
the quick ones
scurry back inside
and cling to the spokes
with the rest of us
the others cry “Hold! Enough!”
and demand the wheel not merely stop.
but roll back to the spot
where they felt most comfortable
the wheel turns
and these riders either wise up
and get inside
with the rest of us
or they cling on
the outside of the wheel
and take their turn
on the bottom
’twas ever thus
Bob Dylan probably did more to spread the message of Christ than Billy Graham, Billy Sunday, or any other famous evangelist.
Want me to prove it?
Quick: Quote any sermon you’ve ever heard.
Okay, ever hear this?
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
We got so much in common
We strive for the same old ends
And I just can’t wait
Wait for us to become friends
I feel a change coming on
And the fourth part of the day is already gone
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows
Through many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side
Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?”
God says, “Out on Highway 61”
Oh, the leaves began to fallin’
And the seas began to part
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told but these few words
Which opened up his heart
“If ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any”
You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Bob Dylan probably did more to spread the message of Christ than any evangelist even before he formally became a Christian and to people who would otherwise be resistant to the gospel.
All of his music, all of his lyrics were informed by a strong Biblical point of view, and it was clearly evident even before he formally announced he was a Christian that Robert Allen Zimmerman had spent a lot of time reading and meditating and thinking upon the message of Jesus Christ.
His songs stick in everybody’s head. They’re not the watered down papulum of Contemporary Christian Music, they are not the bland platitudes of Christian publishing, they’re not the soulless / gutless crap that represents most Christian attempts at pop culture.
They’re sincere. They’re raw. They’re from the heart. They’re searching. They’re yearning.
They’re not afraid of asking questions.
And they tell you the answers are something you have to seek for yourself.
And that you will not be excused for failing to search.
People take Dylan’s songs into their hearts, they echo through their lives. They sing them day in and day out.
Every sermon is dead and buried as soon as the congregation walks out the door.
The gospel — if the congregation was fortunate enough to have a pastor who could impart some of it through his plethora of words — lives.
Not in memory verses, not in concordances, not in apologetics, not even on the printed page, but in the heart, in the mind, in the soul.
They just gave Bob Dylan a Nobel Prize for literature.
You don’t get that for empty threats and pointless propaganda.
“Blowin’ In The Wind” © 1962 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1990 by Special Rider Music
“I Feel A Change Comin’ On” © 2009 by Special Rider Music and Ice-Nine Publishing
“It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
“Like A Rolling Stone” © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
“The Times They Are A-Changin’” © 1963, 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1992 by Special Rider Music
“Subterranean Homesick Blues” © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
“With God On Our Side” © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
“Highway 61 Revisited” © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
“The Wicked Messenger” © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music
“Gotta Serve Somebody” © 1979 by Special Rider Music
my heart is broken
I’ve known Bill and his wonderful wife Beverly for decades
I knew of him long before that
I was a monster kid
and Bill appeared in the pages of Forry Ackerman’s Famous Monsters
he was only ten years older than me
but when you’re a kid
and you see an adult doing the cool things you want to do
you say to yourself, “I want to be like that”
Bill and his wife Beverly are beloved by sci-fi fans everywhere
one of the best experiences I’ve ever enjoyed that didn’t involve family members
was a delightful lunch with Bill and Bev and the late Bill Rotsler at a WesterCon many, many moons ago
(a waitress spilled a tray of drinks on Bill R., and to make up for us we were comped our drinks for the meal; we finished the meal well lubricated)
before I talk about Bill
let me mention Bev
men, you should be so lucky as to have a spouse like Beverly Warren
they had one of the tightest / strongest / happiest marriages I’ve ever seen
oh, Bev, my heart breaks for you; you were such a wonderful partner to Bill and he knew it and he appreciated you so dearly
I have a million happy memories of Bill and Bev
but I can’t call them to the surface right now
we listen to KUSC on the car radio and in the house, LA’s classical music station
the DJs (yes, they have DJs, good ones, too) fill the space between records with anecdotes about the great composers and musicians of the past
turns out almost all those anecdotes come from three or four sources, books written centuries ago about the composers, passed along generation to generation until now the only info we have on them is from what was written down back then
Bill Warren wrote many, many articles and several books, but the one that he will be remembered for is Keep Watching The Skies, a vast compendium of 1950s sci-fi movies
(if you snerk and think “how trivial” pay attention to this: Virtually all our popular films and TV shows today are influence directly or indirectly by those films, because those films inspired an entire generation of filmmakers who transformed the art)
Bill’s book is going to be the definitive history of of that era, the summation of a brand of film making that ended up changing everything that came after it in far more important ways than the so-called A-pictures from the big studios
Bill is going to be remembered and relied upon for a long, long time
we should be so lucky to as to have one tenth the influence he’s going to have
good-bye, Bill, I remember your big happy smile
God bless you, Bill, and happy trails — I know you loved Westerns as much as you loved sci-fi
Bill & Bev back in 1976 with some hack sci-fi writer
(yes, I know it’s Robert Fncking Heinlein)
Unable to go to the gym yesterday, I opted to take a walk in the evening.
Set the timer on my phone to alert me after half an hour so I could turn and come back.
About 1 block away I passed this AT&T junction box.
It’s after business hours. No repair crew in sight. Wide open. Wires exposed.
There are people walking up and down the street all day and even in the evenings.
Lots of teenagers.
Lots of animals (there’s a big wash to the right of this photo where coyotes and other wild animals roam).
We’re having windstorms blowing a lot of dust around.
I’m not an AT&T customer, but a lot of my neighbors are, and as I would like somebody to call one of my service providers if they left a vulnerable junction box open to animals / elements / mischief, I decided to call AT&T to tell them they needed to send someone out to close it and lock it (the padlock was missing).
No 1-800-NUMBER to call to report a service problem.
If I were king of the forest, I’d make sure all my untended equipment had both a 1-800 and a URL clearly displayed.
You never know when you might want someone to call you right #%@&ing NOW!!! to let you know you have a problem / potential problem.
There was a 811 number, but that turned out to be just a connection to the city permit office so you wouldn’t accidentally dig up a cable or pipe.
Well, what’s the point of owning a smartphone if you can’t get online from anywhere? I located the AT&T website, and…
No contact info in case you want to report a technical problem to them.
Lotsa links to stuff to buy, lotsa links to upsellers disguised as customer service, but nowhere to click on and tell somebody they have an immediate problem requiring immediate attention.
So I call 411.
It’s completely automated now. Ask for an operator and they just give you the closest equivalent. After requesting technical support and getting an upsell number, or repair (and getting an upsell number), I asked for a human operator…
…and got bupkis.
So I gave up and dialed “O” for operator.
A canned voice, then no pick-up.
So I finally opted to try the main AT&T customer service.
Aren’t these voice operated human emulators amazing? For most simple problems, they can quickly guide your call as needed.
For many problems, however, they don’t have a programmed response. In those cases, we need an actual human being with some knowledge to be on the other end of the line to figure out What Needs To Be Done.
And we the customers are usually savvy enough to know when the problem can be handled by a canned voice and when we actually need a warm twitchy on the other end of the line.
AT&T’s canned responses refused to put me through to a human operator.
Finally I opted for the canned response that came closest to what the problem was.
Waded through a round of upsell options, hollered at the automated voice to connect me with a human being.
Listened to some bad library music.
Finally spoke with a pleasant enough lady. Told her the situation, where the box was located.
She asked me to stay on hold for a moment while she contacted someone.
Now, you might think she was calling the local service crew to send somebody out to lock up their very expensive and very vulnerable junction box.
No, quite the contrary: She was looking for somebody to pass the buck to.
She found a buck recipient and patched me over.
Several more minutes of really bad library music and sporadic upsell options, then the phone was picked up by somebody who actually seemed to appreciate the fact a very expensive AT&T junction box was basically standing on the side of the road with its trousers down around its ankles and unless secured, could possibly inconvenience a couple of hundred (if not thousand) customers.
Took down all the information…
…then patched me over to the local repair team.
Okay, fine. Just get somebody on the line.
Another round of library music (marginally better this time) and upsell announcements, then (finally!) a local service operator also seemed to appreciate how vulnerable AT&T’s very expensive equipment was and promised to send somebody out ASAP.
Fine, just as long as it gets taken care of.
I checked my timer to see how much more time I had left on my walk and saw I’d spent a grand total of 23 minutes just trying to find an AT&T employee who gave as much of a damn as I did as to whether AT&T customers would lose their service to dust or debris or dogs or delinquents.
23 minutes…for something that I should’ve been able to phone in under one minute by simply reading a 1-800-NUMBER on the box.
23 minutes in which AT&T provided no easy access for someone who wanted to make sure their customers weren’t inconvenienced…
…but kept bombarding me with numerous recorded upsell sales pitches.
And therein lies the problem with business in America today.
Once upon a time it was taught in business schools — hell, it was common #%@&ing SENSE!!! — that the object of a business was to make money by providing goods and / or services to customers.
Not any more.
Customer comes wanting to buy one thing? Sell ‘em two, even if they don’t need it.
Especially if they don’t need it.
Customer comes with a problem? Avoid addressing the problem, try to sell ‘em something.
Customer has a problem and gets past the first line of upsellers? Throw another one at ‘em…and another…and another…
…until they buy…
…or quit in frustration.
CEOs punish employees who try to help customers, reward (with paltry incentives) those who find a way of sucking more cash from their pockets.
And the CEOs take that money and pay themselves huge salaries / huge dividends / huge profits / huge bonuses.
Edward Whitacre Jr. couldn’t care less if hundreds of customers are suddenly deprived of AT&T’s services; what are they gonna do? He couldn’t care less if somebody wants to help AT&T by forestalling a problem for those customers; if it doesn’t involve selling more crap, who gives a rat’s patoot?
If you want to know why customer service is so shitty, it’s because they think you are shit.
And they have no financial incentive to change because they’ve seen that the laws are written to make them invulnerable to customer pressure.
Want to change business ATTitudes, change business laws.
P.S. For those who ask, “Well, if you were so concerned why didn’t you close the junction box?” the answer is if some anusoid came by after I closed it, saw it was unlocked, and decided to open it and rip out a few handfuls of wires on a lark — #%@&ing with a telephone junction box being a #%@&ing Federal offense! — I’ve got better things to do with my time than spend it with FBI agents, trying to explain why my fingerprints were on AT&T’s equipment.
It’s been observed by quite a few people that Trump’s appeal to his base is not one of logic — which can be debated by comparing and contrasting various policy points — but emotion, in particular fear and anger.
The fear is found among poorly educated voters, and by “poorly educated” I do not mean the degree of formal education they may have, but whether they make a consistent attempt to keep themselves informed and up-to-date on what’s happening in the world around them.
A high school drop out who reads extensively and is constantly on the look out for fresh points of view so as to better understand the world around her is far better educated that a think tank policy wonk who studiously avoids anything from outside his own echo chamber.
Many of Trump’s supporters do not understand the way the world is changing around them and because of that are fearful Something Bad will happen to them.
One can argue that Something Bad has already happened to them insofar as they have consistently voted against their own best interests to enable an entrenched system to come about that has no incentive to listen to them…but that topic brushes up against the anger part of the equation so we’ll put it aside for a moment.
They see the world changing rapidly and in ways markedly different from the (supposedly) safe world they think they grew up in during the 1950s (fear of commies and nuclear war), the 1960s (ditto), the 1970s (more ditto), and the 1980s (rise of unrest in the Middle East).
They have been told all their lives that dark skinned people are basically inferior and of a criminal bent, and while some of “them” may be nice and friendly, for the most part they’re rapacious monsters who will kill, torture, and mutilate those of a different color and rob them of their hard earned labor so the criminals can live cushy lives of leisure.
Wait…am I describing minorities today
or pre-civil war slave holders?
As I’ve noted about the dear friend who is terrified their neighborhood has become crime ridden (it hasn’t) since it’s become more brown (it has), they are not necessarily hate mongering bigots in sheets, but when you boil their world view down, it ain’t that different from the klan’s.
They fear a brown planet, and that’s doubtlessly from the inescapable knowledge that whites have treated non-whites pretty damn shitty in America since the day the first whites arrived here. As the wheel of justice slowly turns, they fear their turn on the bottom.
So in their fear they choose to remain willfully ignorant of what drives them into the camp of a charlatan who promises to do something about “them” but whose history demonstrates he is more untrustworthy that Richard Nixon or P.T. Barnum.
Think about that for a while.
Take all the time you need.
We’ll be here when you get back.
The anger, as noted above, is related to the fear.
As their fear of losing status in an increasingly multi-ethnic world drove them to support GOPolicies, so too did their anger rise when the GOP failed to deliver.
Now, the GOP has been pretty slick about blaming their lack of success — hell, their lack of effort, much less progress — on the Democrats, but truth be told this country has been run on largely GOP policies since 1980, with their pandering to white supremacists going back to 1968.
They were tragically wrong about supply side economics, and as a result cost working class and middle class Americans — the bulk of Trump’s base — one trillion dollars in wealth and real estate and investments that got sucked up into the pockets of the top 1%.
They were tragically wrong about deregulation, which coupled with supply side economics effectively robbed the majority of Americans and put them at greater physical and financial risk.
They were tragically wrong about geopolitics, fueling a radical anti-Western movement in the Middle East that we will be dealing with for literally centuries to come.
These three items alarm and anger many Americans who have been very vocal in their desire to see something done to solve these problems, but because enough white Americans were more obsessed with what they perceived as their superior social status, the GOP was able to convince them to vote against policies that not only would benefit them, but that the white majority clearly stated they wanted.
The wheels of time / history / justice do not stand still, and the world of white privilege is fast disappearing.
Angry at having been promised much but not actually receiving anything, a lot of people who either were or leaned GOP in previous years are angry at the system as it exists now and want to shake things up.
These voters support Trump because he promises to blow things up real good, and not being as fully cognizant of the world around them as they should be, or of the terrible lessons history affords on the topic, fail to realize that not only will they not be immune to said blow up, they are likely to suffer disproportionately because of it.
Fear and anger is going to decide this election, but it will not be the fear and anger of the average Trump voter.
Rather, it will be the fear and anger of rational voters who are cognizant of both the world around them and the history behind them, who have no great love of either Hillary Clinton or the Democratic Party, but take one look at the orange turdmonger who has hijacked the GOP and are saying, “Oh, fuck no!”
It’s the fear of what Trump will do and / or allow to happen if he occupies the White House. They see a man unable to discipline himself enough to take his run for the presidency seriously, who allows himself to be easily distracted by picayune matters instead of staying focused on his campaign, a man who can be and often is baited by opponents who read him like a book and know to get Reaction A from him all they have to do is provide Provocation B.
And I’m not even alluding to the absolute worst case scenarios such as those involving nuclear weapons. Trump the primary candidate can say silly things about renegotiating the interest on the US debt (which is remarkably low because we’ve always paid it on time) because nobody takes anything said to party loyalists on the campaign trail seriously; Trump the president can make one intemperate remark that will send markets crashing around the world and set lord knows how many dominoes a’tumbling.
He can alienate long standing allies, irritate adversaries into action, and because of his history of lack of oversight, lack of attention to detail, and boredom, can easily walk away from a serious problem that requires long term supervision and thus allow things to fall apart even more quickly.
Clinton may set very few hearts a’flutter, but she isn’t causing hearts to stop in sheer terror, either.
A year or so back I made the observation that Clinton would start her campaign with the maximum number of voters she could hope to have; it would be her task to keep from losing a significant number of those voters to her GOP rival (Jeb or Ted or Mario or John: One lox, two louts, and an average politician, all of whom are temperamentally better suited for the presidency than Trump).
Trump may have actually made it possible for Clinton to gain voters insofar as people who previously had been disinterested in national politics now recognize it’s not the choice of the lesser of two evils but a choice between a competent middle-of-the-road career politician who has sense enough not to kill the goose laying the golden eggs and an infantile narcissist business failure with no government experience whatsoever who wants a drumstick.
Those voters very logically fear what Trump is capable of, and are angry that the GOP and its voters have served the nation so poorly that it now requires these previously indifferent citizens to cast votes in order to prevent unmitigated disaster.
As Robert A. Heinlein once observed:
“You may never find anybody you want to vote for, but I guarantee you’ll always find somebody you want to vote against.”
Donald Trump is that candidate.
 “We’re all Nixon’s n[egroe]s.” — George Carlin, circa 1968
 Which is not to say whites are going to suffer any sort of loss in the future, merely that non-whites are going to enjoy the same rights as whites do. And that drives a great many white people absolutely apeshit.
 There are a lot of Democrats and / or left-leaners who are p.o.ed at their party as well, but one of the big differences between the Democrats and the GOP is that for the most part Democrats see it as a game of inches and are willing to make compromises that move them down the field. The GOP have become all-or-nothing sorts who are rapidly ensuring they will get nothing in the end.
 A real book, not one of his ghost written self-congratulatory hagiographies.
In the 1950s and ’60s, scientists were alarmed by a series of experiments in which laboratory rats were given unlimited doses of opiates. The rats wasted away, not even ingesting easily accessible food or water. The implications were ominous: What would happen if people became hooked like the rats? The takeaway was that drugs are so addictive that people need to be kept away from them at all costs.
But the story wasn’t so clear-cut after all. Take heroin, one of the most addictive drugs, for example: Only 23% of users become dependent. By some measures nicotine is more addictive, possibly because tobacco companies made cigarettes more addictive by design. The actual rates for dependency are 15% for alcohol, 17% for cocaine, 23% for heroin, and 32% for nicotine. Marijuana clocks in at just 9%.