A large minority have failed the test.
So I suppose I could be mistaken for one of those Trump supporters, resentful of the coastal elites and threatened by my decreasing relevance and surrounded by what appears to be a growing number of differently-colored people.
But I’m not a supporter of Trump. Far, far from it. Over the past few months I’ve been forced to consider why that is so. Best I can figure out, it’s because I’m quite a bit smarter than your average rube.
That’s not bragging. It’s just the only explanation that makes sense. By any calculus, you have to be pretty stupid to think that a man like Trump does not represent a giant step back for America — never mind any talk of greatness.
His ludicrous promises to working stiffs can’t be kept, and his cabinet picks so far show that his darkest impulses can’t be avoided. There’s every indication that his most ardent supporters haven’t the slightest idea what specific policies they were voting for (see Clay County, Kentucky). So I have to conclude that those celebrating this new era of Trump are, in fact, not all that bright.
I know: Not helpful. In the polarized aftermath of an election where the majority did not rule, we’re all supposed to look inward, and reach outward and seek consensus and try to understand the other point of view. But you can’t discuss immigration or trade or health care or climate change with people who don’t know anything and don’t care to know. Like the man said, you can’t fix stupid.
Sorry. Some of my dearest friends are stupid. And look, I’m no genius myself. I consider myself smart only because we’re grading on the curve in a land where book learnin’ has been recently rejected. In Sweden, I’d probably be a C student at best.
But for now, I’m claiming the intellectual high ground in this little corner of Florida. For whatever that’s worth. I fear it’ll be cold comfort in the years to come.
That was money well wasted
My last post on politics
Anti-social media
All about the Benjamins 2.0
Coulda been worse
If what you meant by ludicrous promises to working stiffs were like the ones to Carrier workers and to rust belt workers then my favorite was to the loggers in Washington. Two years ago, there was so much smoke from fires in Washington that I could actually feel my lungs. My big concerns are the effects on the people of Lincoln County in Montana. Particularly the people in Libby who have already had their health compromised by exposure to vermiculite. The climate changes that few saw coming have rearranged the relationships with the original intent. Early on, the forests were secured and habitat was protected. Now, the overburdened forests are burning hot and habitat is being destroyed. I personally hope that logging is re-instituted upwind from Montana, but I’m not holding my breath.