The Gloves, They Go Boom!

Don’t worry if you don’t understand that title. If the majority of people could understand it, chances are Donald Trump wouldn’t be President.

Or maybe he would. Who knows.

Anyway, this post is about Donald Trump as POTUS, President Of The United States. It’s been about a week as I write this. If you’re reading this before the end of January 2017, you’re one of my Patreon supporters. I plan on republishing it on our Politics blog at the end of February 2017 with additional comments, if any.

The timeline for this post starts back in January 2016. I was having lunch with some friends and was asked if I thought Trump had a chance at the Presidency. I was asked because my company, NextStage Evolution, has correctly predicted electoral outcomes and their margins since 2004.

My real concern, I said, was that at some point Trump would realize he really could win and would start putting serious effort into it.

So why did he win? Campaign effort aside, Trump won for the same reason Obama won back in 2008; he’s radically different from everything else out there so he’s got to be better than anything else out there.

Back in 2008, Barack Obama was a young black guy going for an historically white man’s office. He made statements (not sure if I’d qualify them as promises) about hope, prosperity and American values.

Back in 2008, the United States was on the brink of collapse because of the Eight Years of Idiocy it’d just gone through. We were in the eighth year of a war that was suppose to last only six weeks, any common folk who’d made investments witnessed them crash and burn while those who did the crashing and burning were rewarded because things weren’t worse (brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?), our homes were either worthless or too expensive to keep and there were no jobs to be had because companies had moved everything overseas.

Heck, the US military had outsourced packaging MREs for the battlefront!

So now Trump’s in office. Because he’s different from everything else out there. As a nation, we tried one kind of different (Obama) and didn’t get the immediate fix we wanted so let’s go for another kind of different (Trump) and see if that works.

Trump and his policies scare me.

But then I have to wonder, maybe that’s the point? Anybody remember The Tick? A great line from The Tick is “And isn’t sanity really just a one-trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking. But when you’re good and crazy, ooh ooh ooh, the sky’s the limit.”

Now put yourself in North Korea’s shoes, in ISIS’ shoes, in Putin’s shoes, in the EU’s shoes, China’s, Mexico’s, take your pick, designer or off the shelf, it doesn’t matter.

The US’s got The Tick in office. You can’t predict what this guy’s going to do. He doesn’t play the game the way everybody else does. And he’s got the biggest ball on the court.

Screw that, he owns the court! And his ball’s not only big, it’s bigger than you, all your players and all your balls and courts put together.

Maybe the Electoral College got it right?

I mean, the gloves, they go boom, right?

I’ll be posting this to the Politics blog at the end of February 2017.

If we’re still here.


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Why #Hillary Won’t Be Getting Our Vote – And No One Else Will, Either

On Wednesday, 7 Jan 2016, I tweeted about some #Hillary campaigners who blew it big time with us.

These were two young people (early 20s, I’d guess). They came to the door, asked for Susan, she wasn’t home, I said that, they said “Thank you”, turned around and walked away.

I said, “That’s it? I’m a guy so my opinion doesn’t matter? My vote doesn’t count?”

The literally shook their heads as if the concept of campaigning to a man was unknown to them, as if they had to shake loose existing ideas to make room for “Man is interested” in their crania.

After a moment’s hesitation and fugue, one said, “Oh, would you like to vote for Hillary Clinton?”

I waved them away, disgusted, shaking my head in disbelief at their lack of training and closed the door.

These people were not prepped and/or trained well, and if they’re what #Hillary is sending around on the eve of the NH Primary, me thinks her camp is in trouble nationally.

But Today (Saturday, 9 Jan 2016)…

A tall, thin, white-haired, mature looking fellow came to our door, #Hillary paraphernalia bedecking his jacket like a tribal chief’s regalia, and asked for Susan.

She was in the living room, sitting on the couch, watching Selma (and if there’s not irony in that, there’s not irony anywhere), and called out “Not interested.”

He took some flyers out of a notebook he was carrying. “Could I leave you these to give to her?”

No, thank you. Not interested.

“Well, then I’ll just leave them in your door,” and he proceeded to ram them into our doorjamb.

I said, “No, please don’t. We’re not interested.”

He looked down at me and said, “I came to see Susan.”

She got up off the couch, walked to the door and said, “We are not interested. I am not interested. You didn’t do what we asked, you belligerent mucus, why should we have any interest in doing what you ask?”

Okay, I edited her response a bit.

But she did close the door in his face. Which was probably lucky for him. This is the woman that horses and other assorted large livestock fear. She doesn’t tolerate much from anything or anybody.

But again, doesn’t anybody train these people on how to negotiate a yes? Or at least leave people with a willingness to talk with a follow-up campaigner walking up the drive?

What we really want to know is…

I also tweeted about a #Trump supporter who didn’t have enough sense to get his nose out of his phone and his body out of the road, running the risk of personal injury and traffic problems.

These folks were merely the latest. What we really want to know is, are the campaigners this year worse than in previous years? It seems so. It definitely seems nobody is training these people properly. Are the stakes that high this year and nobody told us? Or if this is how you go about telling us, is it possible you’re not campaigning for the names on your armbands?

Now that would make sense.

But Back to Susan…

She printed the following out. It’s up on our front door. And I can already hear the doorbell ringing again…


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