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Thursday, November 10, 2016
AMERICANA / TIME TO SMELL THE ROSES.
White U.S. male from West Virginia supporting his candidate for President
GUEST BLOG--By Garrison Keillor
reposted from the Washington Post opinion pages of November 9, 2016: Mr. Keillor
is a noted author and radio personality.
So he won. The nation
takes a deep breath. Raw ego and proud illiteracy have won out, and a severely
learning-disabled man with a real character problem will be president. We are
so exhausted from thinking about this election, millions of people will take up
leaf-raking and garage cleaning with intense pleasure. We liberal elitists are
wrecks. The Trumpers had a whale of a good time, waving their signs, jeering at
the media, beating up protesters, chanting “Lock her up” — we elitists just
stood and clapped. Nobody chanted “Stronger Together.” It just doesn’t chant.
Trumpers never expected their guy to actually win the thing, and that’s their
problem now. They wanted only to whoop and yell, boo at the H-word, wear
profane T-shirts, maybe grab a crotch or two, jump in the RV with a couple
six-packs and go out and shoot some spotted owls. It was pleasure enough for
them just to know that they were driving us wild with dismay — by “us,” I mean
librarians, children’s authors, yoga practitioners, Unitarians, bird-watchers,
people who make their own pasta, opera goers, the grammar police, people who
keep books on their shelves, that bunch. The Trumpers exulted in knowing we
were tearing our hair out. They had our number, like a bratty kid who knows
exactly how to make you grit your teeth and froth at the mouth.
for the Trump voters, the disasters he will bring on this country will fall
more heavily on them than anyone else. The uneducated white males who elected
him are the vulnerable ones, and they will not like what happens next.
all the patronizing B.S. we’ve read about Trump expressing the white working
-class’s displacement and loss of the American Dream, I say, “Feh!” — go put
your head under cold water. Resentment is no excuse for bald-faced stupidity.
is still the land where the waitress’ kids can grow up to become physicists and
novelists and pediatricians, but it helps a lot if the waitress and her husband
encourage good habits and the ambition to use your God-given talents and the
kids aren’t plugged into electronics day and night. Whooping it up for the
candidate of cruelty and ignorance does less than nothing for your kids.
liberal elitists are now completely in the clear.
government is in Republican hands. Let them deal with him. Democrats can spend
four years raising heirloom tomatoes, meditating, reading Jane Austen,
traveling around the country, tasting artisan beers, and let the Republicans
build the wall and carry on the trade war with China and deport the
undocumented and deal with opioids, and we Democrats can go for a long , brisk
walk and smell the roses.
like Republicans. I used to spend Sunday afternoons with a bunch of them,
drinking Scotch and soda and trying to care about NFL football. It was fun. I
tried to think like them. (Life is what you make it. People are people. When
the going gets tough, tough noogies.) But I came back to liberal elitism.
be cruel. Elvis said it, and it’s true. We all experienced cruelty back in our
playground days — boys who beat up on the timid, girls who made fun of the
homely and naive — and most of us, to our shame, went along with it, afraid to
defend the victims lest we become one of them.
by your 20s, you should be done with cruelty. Mr. Trump was the cruelest
candidate since George Wallace. How he won on fear and bile is for political
pathologists to study. The country is already tired of his noise, even his own
voters. He is likely to become the most intensely disliked president since
Hoover. His children will carry the burden of his name. He will never be happy
in his own skin. But the damage he will do to our country — who knows? His
supporters voted for change, and boy, are they going to get it.
to real life. I went up to my home town the other day and ran into my gym
teacher, Stan Nelson, looking good at 96. He commanded a landing craft at
Normandy on June 6, 1944, and never said a word about it back then, just made
us do chin-ups whether we wanted to or not. I saw my biology teacher Lyle
Bradley, a Marine pilot in the Korean War, still going bird-watching in his
90s. I was not a good student then, but I am studying both of them now. They
have seen it all and are still optimistic. The past year of politics has taught
us absolutely nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada. The future is scary. Let the
uneducated have their day.