Hillary’s snoot society vs punch clock Americans
Hillary’s snoot society vs punch clock America
by DC Larson
Hillary Clinton’s recent slurring of millions who support Donald Trump illustrated her contempt for average Americans. Her nose aloft, she delivered scripted scurrilousness on a hospitable home court of mega-dollar donkey donors:
“You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the ‘basket of deplorables.’ Right? The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic — you name it.”
Clinton’s haughty dismissal of much of the country’s voters brought swift and rightful condemnation. But within days that common sense opprobrium was, in at least some morally coarse quarters, countered by telling applause.
It quickly became apparent that Hillary was not the only snob on the red star carpet.
Her scorn of regular Americans was saluted by a spangled and clumsy celebrity kickline whose figurants are, ironically, afforded scented-powder privilege by entertainment dollars earned and spent by the hoi polloi at whom they sneer.
George Takei, Debra Messing, Kerry Washington, Patton Oswalt, Rob Reiner, Barbra Streisand, and Chrissy Teigan are but an unseemly handful of Hillary’s snoot society.
And Clinton’s bigotry against the hardworking also found slavering champions in pillowed, air-conditioned editorial offices. The New York Times, Huffington Post, Salon, MSNBC, CNN, and the Washington Post all eagerly enlisted.
Their enthusiastic rush to bear-hug Clinton’s chuckling class contempt illustrated their own preferred distance from the masses and our interests.
(An earlier manifestation of Clinton backers’ elitism was the smug deriding by airy commentators of some voters’ lack of higher formal education. As if democracy weren’t properly a vehicle for self-determination by all citizens, but instead the privately harbored electoral gewgaw of lettered cake-eaters.)
Of course, Hillary Clinton and her sniffing, advantage-bubbled fan club were wrong to assign the racism smear to legions of decent citizens that back the Trump-Pence ticket. People who would never sympathize with despicable bigots, march in their nefarious number, or in any manner grant their rancid cause currency.
I know that, because I am one of those Trump supporters. And I resent like hell Clinton’s indiscriminate smear.
I’ve been in an interracial marriage for decades. My wife and I have been confronted with racism in its real-world forms — not the PC hyphenated, “safe space,” cultural Marxist imitation so bannered about on cable news panels, diapered campuses, and at Soros-sponsored “shut it down” street circuses.
Over decades of independent study of racist dogma and hate groups both domestic and international, I’ve learned what the actual, vicious foulness is.
Both Donald Trump and Mike Pence have denounced David Duke, as I’d hoped they would. And they have renounced any and all support by racists who, hungering after notice, have attempted without invitation to attach themselves to the campaign.
“I disavowed him [Duke],” Trump told MSNBC’s Morning Joe, in March. “I disavowed the KKK. Do you want me to do it for the 12th time? I disavowed him in the past, I disavow him, now.”
And Pence, during a September 13 CNN interview, reiterated that disavowal. “Donald Trump and I have denounced David Duke, repeatedly. We have said that we do not want his support, and we don’t want the support of people who think like him.”
Case closed.
(“Deplorable,” by the way, is actually an apt description of the toil by some in both mainstream media and politics to prop up and publicize otherwise obscure hate groups and spokesmen, effectively promoting the rot whose nature they pretend to decry.)
Just as I know what genuine racism is, I know what it is not. It sure as hell is not the Trump-supporting legions of police, carpenters, cab drivers, electricians, farmers, emergency personnel, office workers, and so many other common Americans who put in the hours, create the wealth, and pay the taxes.
I know about them, too. I’m a former chief union steward (UFCW) who’s defended the legitimate rights of working men and women. I know what shop floors look like, because I spent decades sweating on them.
Clinton’s purposeful slurring of regular citizens resonated with her inflated-head, champagne-and-limo devotees. They seem of the fanciful notion that we should remain in the ship’s belly and man the oars, while they, more clever than we, strut about topside and chart a course beneficent only to themselves.
Her ugly words made clear the gravity of this election. And also our duty in it.
This is more than a contest between two candidates. Much more. It is a struggle for political, economic, and cultural predominance between an arrogant upper strata of self-infatuated, imitation aristocrats and the far greater in number, if less connected to power, common people who built this nation.
We’re the grassroots movement that will elect Donald Trump. We’re not racist. Not insignificant. And certainly not deplorable.
We’re average Americans. Making history.
DC Larson worked on the staffs of Rockabilly Magazine and Pin Up America. His freelance credits include USA Today, American Thinker, Daily Caller, Huffington Post, Independent Political Report, Counterpunch, Goldmine, Blue Suede News, and No Depression.
He also writes retro sci fi, and has published three books in the Eddie Atomic Space Adventures series: “Shake, Rattle & Rocket!,” “Ghost Saucers In the Sky!,” and “Stratosphere Boogieman!” All are available on Amazon.
DC’s blogs are AmericanSceneMagazine.blogspot.com, DamnationDanceParty.blogspot.com, and RetroRiffBooks.blogspot.com.
