Okay, we called it wrong on Trump but stop rubbing it in!
I’m so confused about things right now I posted a text memo to myself yesterday — and sent it to the wrong number. And then an answer pinged into my message box in the middle of the night. Woke me up it did.
“How deep” was all it read. A statement not a question.
Deep enough to spend what was left of my time in bed wondering just how shallow I am.
Certainly not as deep as those smug told-you-sos blowing now about how they saw Trump’s presidential victory coming. Unlike the pontificating liberals in rival ivory media towers. And them just as smug and pontificating now. And patronising us too, the right-on intelligentsia, just as we had patronised the American heartlands that backed Trump so decisively.
Which we did. But these guys in the red baseball hats aren’t as warts-and-all decent and noble as they are being made out to be by these wise guys either.
Okay, maybe we underestimated Trump, and the cleverness of his marketing, but do these guys, who saw this coming, and seem so sure about everything, have to trash-talk down to us, coming on all Conor McGregor now, kicking us in our grieving, disbelieving guts when we are already down. And most of them in this country columnists working for that champion of the common man, Denis O’Brien.
Apparently, many of those swing state red hatters in America aren’t just selfish, bigoted, xenophobes, they are basically decent people short on jobs and high on the promises made by a very clever salesman. Well basically decent they might be, but they have still voted for the ultimate pig in the ultimate poke. And the prospect is frightening.
Already we are hearing about the millions of immigrants The Donald is going to have rounded up and deported or locked up. At least Hillary won’t be locked up after all, will she?
How deep in the brown stuff are we? History will tell. Or the Trump sayers.
How deep, one wonders, is that swamp Trump said he was going to drain? What now for all those Democrat insiders he promised to dredge up and fling out into the political wilderness? Stir up the new swamp before very long and it will be teeming with creatures that look suspiciously like the ones they supposedly replaced. Call it political iridescence: there is no red or blue, it’s just the way the light catches the eye of anyone looking in.
George Hook showed how politically deep he was, calling the Trump victory from way out. He did point out to Ray D’Arcy that just because he did so did not automatically make him a Trump supporter. A point he made excellently well. For George, Trump’s success was down to Hillary Clinton’s fatal deficiencies as a popular candidate.
Was all this too much for dear old Leonard Cohen, as he prepared to take his final bow? He’d seen it all before, but he wasn’t about to bash us over the head with the knowledge he always shared so generously and chivalrously.
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Now there was one deep dude. The deepest. The dudest.