Just like the moon landing and 9/11, years from now people are going to ask, “Where were you when Donald Trump won the Presidency of the United States of America?” And even though this is almost two weeks later, my election night is still very vivid in my mind, and I doubt it will fade for a very long time. Looking back over the last year – over the last decade, really – I am still amazed that we pulled it off. This really is the beginning of us taking the country back and making America great again.
From one of Trump’s earliest press conferences where he brought up the families of murder victims at the hands of illegal aliens, I knew that he was the president I wanted to lead this country. And every day since then has been a continuous slog against everyone and everything, including, #NeverTrump, the corrupt news media, Leftist agitators, Hollywood elite, moneyed interests, and more. But I never wavered. Trump was still my guy.
Still, when you are outnumbered and surrounded – and infiltrated! – by enemies, victory is never assured. So, I will admit that I was nervous on election night. I left work early to go vote. And this was a first for me – voting, not leaving early. It took a man like Trump and the movement he inspired to finally get me to take advantage of my right as a citizen. And, I have to tell you, it felt great! Afterward, I grabbed a meal at a restaurant and headed home to watch the returns come in.
I don’t have television so I just pulled up the Alex Jones election night stream and loaded Drudge on my browser. Alex Jones is a little out there for my tastes, but he’s very pro-Trump and I needed to be around the same stubborn support I gave. As for Drudge, his site auto refreshes and he was already displaying running percentages for several states on the top half of his site. Then I just lay in bed in the dark, with my ceiling illuminated by the glow of my phone screen waited for the outcome, hoping that Trump’s efforts had been enough.
When Trump led in Florida, I was feeling hopeful. When I saw him leading in Wisconsin and Ohio, I was feeling confident. Alex Jones and his guest, Roger Stone, were discussing electoral college vote combinations and how Trump’s path was still narrow and that he would need to capture specific states to win. But if Trump flipped Pennsylvania, then it would be over. I looked at Drudge and Trump was winning Pennsylvania. I texted my newly converted to Conservatism friend, “Is this real life?”
Minutes later, my close Liberal friend whom I’ve known since high school but rarely talk to called me. I knew that if he was calling me, then the Left must have been losing their minds over the returns. We were going to win this thing.
I always believed that the Left used scaremongering tactics to drum up support and get the vote out. I never believed that the intelligent among them actually believed their own agitprop. But here I was, talking my Lefty friend – one of the most intelligent people you’ll meet – down from the ledge.
“At the beginning of this,” he said, “Trump had a narrow path to victory. But now, it’s the inverse! She has to win almost every state to win!”
We talked at length about our fears of the aftermath – mine being civil unrest if Trump won and his being the formation of Waco compounds around the country if Hillary won. He dismissed my concern as just an annoyance, whereas armed militia compounds were an actual threat. As we spoke, I looked at the CNN website to see images from Oakland, Calif where protesters were already setting fires in the streets. Yeah, annoyance.
And then it came. Hillary conceded. The news media could delay no longer. All night they had been reluctant to definitively call states for Trump despite 97% reporting. But as soon as the polls closed on the west coast, California, Washington, and Oregon were immediately called for Clinton with 0% reporting, just so that she could get some points on the board. But a little before midnight in California, I looked at the CNN website again and the words “CLINTON CONCEDES” were emblazoned across the screen. Trump had done it.
Against all odds he had done the impossible.
“You have to assure me of something,” my Lefty friend said brusquely. “You have to assure me that Trump and a Republican Congress isn’t going to create a law where people who weren’t born here aren’t going to be trusted.”
I was momentarily stunned at the request. It was absolutely absurd. But it did give me insight into Lefty thinking. At the base of Leftist orthodoxy, baked into the foundation is some irrational fear that dictates behavior. In my Lefty friend’s case – a foreign-born Asian who became an American citizen later in life and even served in the United States military – his deep-seated fear was xenophobia. I can only imagine that he had experienced some kind of racism early in life that forever altered the trajectory of his politics. So, it was a foregone conclusion that the Left would swallow him into their folds of inclusivity and affectations of tolerance. I’ve known this friend for over 20 years, but it took Donald Trump to cut to the heart of the matter and reveal my friend’s neuroses.
I responded to absurdity with absurdity. “As the de facto ambassador for all things Republican, nothing like that is going to happen.”
He seemed satisfied, and the conversation slowly wound down. He hung up, and I turned my attention back to the election. I watched Trump’s victory speech and danced around my apartment a bit. Something had gone very right in the world. Many people had been savaged by the Left over the last decade, and Trump’s win was an unequivocal vindication for those people.
I think back to Sarah Palin and how she was slandered in the vilest, unrelenting ways eight years ago. And I think about Ann Coulter and how the Left treated her in the same way more recently. Just take a look at the Rob Lowe roast, and listen to all the horrible things the Left said to Ann. No one should have to endure any of that just for having a different political position.
During an interview with Dennis Prager, speaking about the roast, Ann said, “I’m just glad my parents weren’t alive to see me go through that.” Just writing that makes me emotional and, as a man, makes me want to hurt someone.
I thought America was beyond the tipping point. I thought the country was lost. Donald Trump proved me wrong. But it can’t be stated enough how close to the brink of extinction we were. Trump is teaching the silent majority how to fight back. By the grace of God, we were given a second chance to save this country. We can’t waste it. And after witnessing the horrors that the Left inflicted upon this country over the last decade, I know we won’t.
We have a long road ahead of us, and there’s a lot of work to be done. But for now, while we regain our strength for the fight ahead after Donald Trump’s inauguration, let’s enjoy what is best in life: crushing our enemies, seeing them driven before us, and hearing the lamentation of their SJWs.
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