Snowflakes Vs Demagogues.


Although i have lived in Florida for most of my life, I originally come form the Midwest. Michigan, to be precise. So I have seen snowflakes. With them, they bring ice. And ice can be dangerous, even deadly. I remember stepping outside on to an icy porch when I was about 4 and sliding and hitting my head on the ground. Not severe enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. But it was painful.

So, a few snowflakes are not too big a deal. But a whole bunch can bring trouble.

Which may have something to do with the following comments:

“ Suck it up Snowflake. The world will continue to spin and the sun will rise tomorrow. You won’t need your cry room any longer”.

This was directed at me on social media not long after the election in response to a satiric comment I made about Generalissimo El Trumpo.

He wasn’t the only one. I’ve taken it form a few people and many other people who dare criticize Trump in any way, shape or form are called snowflakes, politically correct, easily offended etc etc etc.

I don’t think any of those apply to me really. I’m not easily offended. I’m a stand-up comedian after all and if you’re one of those, you cannot be easily offended. You gotta have thick skin. I’m also far from politically correct and will not hesitate to express an unpopular opinion.

That same person, when I earlier stated my opposition to Trump, came back with something to the effect of:

“Why? Because he’s politically incorrect? Because he says what he means? Because he doesn’t give a damn that what he says offends people?’

I tried to explain why I did not want to see a demagogue in the White house. His response was along the lines of “whatever” and moved on.

If I had woken on November 9th 2016 to the news that Hillary Clinton had won, I would have felt a sense of relief. Relief that America had rejected an angry demagogue. Relief that it had said “No. We’re better than this”.

But that relief did not come.

Towards midnight on Election Night 2016, I observed how Florida had gone for Trump and muttered a comment about the rednecks in the northern half of the state. It was pointed out how one could understand people being tired of politics as usual.

That is understandable. My response to people who, back in the pre-election days, would argue that my opposition to Trump was based on the fact that I liked the system, was to quote Clint Eastwood:

“Briggs I hate the damn system. But until someone comes along with changes that make sense I’ll stick with it”.

I’ve followed politics since I was about 14. The first election I followed closely was the 1992 one. The first one I voted in was the 1996 one. I cast my vote for Clinton.

Generally I started to get disillusioned with politics as usual in the 2000 election. That was of course the one that gave us two of the lousiest choices ever in Bush or Gore.

Back then I got an early taste of the “suck it up snowflake” chanting. The fact that I didn’t like Bush led many people to say “Oh you must be mad that Gore lost”. Wrong. I thought Gore was a complete and total dipshit too.

Despite my low opinion of George W Bush, at least he was smart enough to know that he wasn’t that bright and had people around him who knew what they were doing.

There is a difference between stupidity and willful ignorance. To paraphrase Frank Zappa, the former has a certain charm. The latter does not.

Therein lies the difference between Bush and Trump.

Many of the supporters who now chant “snowflake” tend to be seen as people who had nowhere else to go. They were tired of putting their faith in a broken political system and felt that Trump was the answer. Or so the myth goes.

However, a more likely explanation has come to light recently. Many of them fear more of America losing its “cultural identity”. By cultural identity, they mean a majority white nation. Which is what America never truly was.

Yet Trump saw how people could easily be scared and how playing to nostalgia is a successful political trick. So he did just that. he talked about how bad hombres and street thugs were out there, determined to kill you or kidnap your daughter or break into your house and steal your bowling trophies. He combined that with an appeal to “nostalgia for an age that never existed” to quote Jello Biafra.

So it worked and America chose a demagogue.

Since then I’ve tried to keep the faith. But it has been getting harder. I don’t know if I ever will become a total pessimist. But it’s getting harder to keep to my core belief of “we can do better”.

So no, a snow flake by itself is not inherently dangerous. Neither is fire. But both can be dangerous if handled the wrong way.

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