COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo., March 15, 2016 — Donald Trump’s campaign is showing America the true, working hierarchical structure of our country. Conspiracy theorists have claimed for years that “the fix is in.” Now we can see the truth of American politics. And it isn’t pretty.
Tapes of GOP operatives talking among themselves reveal that they do not know the presumptive GOP candidate. And as Rush Limbaugh observed, “If you don’t know the nominee, what can he do for you? What influence have you got?”
The answer is, “none.” The ruling class, led by Democrats or Republicans, has rules. And the first rule is connectivity. One toils in the vineyards of American politics, makes friends, grants favors, shows oneself to be open to suggestion if not downright malleable.
In “The Sound of Music,” the nuns sing, “How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!” Substitute Trump’s name, add his long history of reality TV antics, and mix with a strong dose of his all-American, in-your-face, capitalist irrepressibility.
Replace the nuns with the establishment, the media and the easily shocked, people who have learned that participation depends on cooperation. Go along, get along and don’t rock the boat.
The Trump campaign is reminiscent of a classic film about the ad business. Upon the sudden death of an ad agency’s president, nominations are opened by secret ballot for his successor. The body of the deceased president still lies face down on the conference table. In an act of racial comity, the votes go to the one black official of the company. When Putney Swope wins on successive, desperate ballots, he calmly announces to the agency, “Gentlemen. I want to put your minds at ease. It is not my intention to rock the boat. I want to sink the boat!”
Is that Donald Trump? In his enthusiasm for making America great again, will he sink the boat that’s been so carefully crafted and steered by the ruling class? Dare the nation take such a chance on him? Can this man be trusted to lead us?
The silent majority by definition is not in the club. Most did not attend the club prep colleges, do not reside in New York, Washington, or Los Angeles. They go to work each day, making the country work in spite of the ruling class’s obstructionist regulations and dictates.
The silent majority stands by meekly as the social fabric of the country is warped to accept all manner of perversions and alternate lifestyles. Sex education filters all the way down to kindergartens, and America’s founding moral values and institutions are left by the wayside, obsolete.
The silent majority is even a bit smug. Refused entry into the club, they repeat an old Groucho Marx line: “Any club that would have me as a member, I wouldn’t want to belong to.” With that attitude many stay home on election day. Let them have their little government. We can’t control them. Why try?
Every so often an iconoclast like Trump comes along. They usually lack the people and media skills to get very far. They are mildly tolerated at first. But as Gandhi said, “First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”
In Maria and The Donald we see life itself. We see the human spirit, unleashed and unfettered. How must such a person appear to those who have willingly shackled themselves to “The System” lo these many years? How can an upstart come in and steal the show?
The answer is, he or she cannot. The club is closing ranks around its own members. They do not need someone they do not know, whom they have no interest in knowing, and who’s shown himself to have no interest in them. They, and they alone, will decide who secures the national top spot. And, as usual, that individual will be a fully vetted, get-along-and-go-along man who can chant the club mantras by heart.
Flibbertigibbets need not apply. That’s the lesson of this election season. Will it hold once again? Will the club prevail? Stay tuned.