The only problem with Hillary Clinton calling the hardcore Trump believers a “Basket of Deplorables” is that she was too kind, and she didn’t go far enough in her descriptors.
Instead of being insulted by her, or being embarrassed for being called out on the who, and the of what they were, and are, Trump voters took Hillary’s reality check insult, spun it around, and created a “Deplorables” cottage industry that thrives today; along with echoing “Lock Her Up” chants, and “But What About Her E-mails?” t-shirt logo longings.
Hillary should have stopped being kind, and just delivered the unvarnished truth unto us all. Those Trump voters were not “deplorables” — they were just your ordinary, everyday, street Bigot. They were a Bucket of Bigots! No baskets, no deplorables, need apply.
Now we are seeing what America feels like to be bullied by a Bucket of Bigots.
Even “Be Best” has a sort of First Lady foolish harangue to it that makes the phrase more more dismissively unaware, and unfortunate, than deplorable, but not dismissive. The lack of self-awareness, reeks.
When you see the hardcore Trump voters on television, and in person — you shudder a bit, if you have some world experience and knowing — because you immediately learn by listening that many of those under enchantment don’t know what they do not know, and many of them get a thrill in hurting other people because it makes them feel better, and superior. Their reckoning is coming, and they know it, and they don’t care.
If Trump were truly one of them, his Bucket of Bigots, you could understand their undying ardor, but Trump is a lifelong Democrat Elite from the North who inherited all transactional wealth from his father — but Trump exploits the whims of Bigots, and their fears for political gain, and that isn’t the mark of a politician, it is the “Game of the Mark” for the Con Man.
That’s Trump’s real end game here, the long con, and he’s just desperate enough to hope he can keep up that con long enough to get him re-elected. Once that happens, there’s nothing else to lose — except for our democracy and his term limits.
I was born in Nebraska. I have a lot of friends and family who still live in the Central Time Zone. I still have a lot of family and friends who live down South. Many of them love Trump, and voted for Trump — because they hated Obama, and everything he and Hillary stood for — and yet, now, I’m sensing some buyer’s remorse in them.
They are invisibly shuddering as the real intentions of Trump’s Bigotry Bucket Brigade begins leaking all over their good, and wholesome, morality — of which they have plenty, and of which their Dear Dotard Leader has none — and so they’re stuck, with no way out, except to defend the empty barrel they bought, gussied up, and brought to the barn dance.
We need the rational majority to somehow step forward, call out Trump on his cowardice, and not be cowed by his hardcore supporters as they try to bite off our throats, not our thoughts.
There is a way out of this Trumpian Tsouris, but it will take determination, and bravery, to set things right; and that means those who voted for Trump — some of those who voted for Trump — will have to cleave their morality from his whims, and when that happens, they will be thanked by the remaining majority, even if they are mocked by banshee riddlers that pock the American landscape like targeted, concentric, rings in a spreading Lyme disease rash.
Here’s the thing: To make this change, we cannot go to them, the Bucket of Bigots. They’ll feel assaulted, and denied, and quantified — and they won’t like their earned label — and so we need to help pave the way for them to feel welcome, and unabandoned if, and when, they come over to us, Bigotedless, for conversation, and comfort.
Trump is, and shall always be, on the wrong side of human history — and we all already know that, but some of our friends, and family may not yet feel like knowing that — and we might just be able to them walk away from the long con, and bring them back into the warmth of friendship, leadership, and caring about each other as Americans.
It is our moral-bound — (not moribund!) — duty to assuage their fears, manage their concerns, and offer them a spigot for the draining of the drooling warrant from their Bigoted Bucket Leader, all while helping them take the next step into a unified future that benefits the all of us, the Us of Us, forever!