I was at the bug out house over the weekend, amidst a sea of Donald Trump signs-- I must have seen fifty or sixty Trump and "crooked Hillary" signs just on my drive there-- talking to a fellow who was casually explaining how he, by himself, redid the foundation of my new house: "Oh, I just jack hammered the wall, brought the skid loader down, propped up the house with two-ton jacks, and extended all of the concrete."
While he was talking, I was trying to figure out what a "skid loader" was while simultaneously wondering what elite percentage of human beings know how to accomplish such a feat, and with such ease. It's no wonder these people respect Trump: they are strong, independent, and extraordinarily talented and intelligent; even though Trump is no anarchist, these people don't need the State or the corruption fundamentally endemic to the whole institution, no matter its incarnation (which is where they're going wrong in participating in the whole facade by voting-- but that's for another post).
On the drive home, past another fifty or sixty Trump signs facing the opposite direction along the roads, I thought to myself: "It's Trump and Julian Assange versus: the entire banking cartel; thousands of corrupt and filthy rich financiers; thousands of corrupt ministers running dozens of crooked alphabet soup State agencies; fifty section eight welfare mamas per square foot for every competent hard working farmer; and third world despots with their hand in the lucrative military industrial honeypot that Hitlery and her friends provide-- and he might still win!"
As further anecdotal support for that hypothesis, my mom and brother bought tickets for and drove to the Trump rally today. There were so many people that they couldn't even get in; 3000 were let in, the remaining 10,000 stood outside chanting "lock her up!" Remember: for perspective, this is in Minnesota-- the only state Reagan didn't take in his landslide reelection bid.
I don't have a good model for predicting this election's outcome; on the one hand, it could be a tidal wave victory for Trump on a tsumani of "little people" support-- like Brexit, part deux.
On the other hand and unfortunately though, there is a hammer blow to that theory: the drive back to my Minneapolis home culminated in me encountering, as I turned a corner, a man so fat that he was about four feet wide, riding a shopping cart scooter down the center of the road, with about eight Cub Foods plastic bags hanging from it. There are millions, and millions, and millions-- the world's largest army-- of people like him, being made fat (literally and figuratively) by the status quo, controlled and ran by the most twisted, nefarious, psychotic, and sociopathic people on the planet.
Hitlery is one of the oligarch's queens. Trying to stop her momentum and that of her minions is like trying to reverse the spin of the Earth by running the other way.