Letter: No quicker way to the bully pulpit than bullying
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To the editor:
The unspoken magnetism drawing most Trumpsters to their hero is their shared persecution. Every attack upon him is one upon them as well. Creating such a construct is as politically brilliant as it is socially bizarre. Trump long ago postulated that his road to office would run not through his economic peers but rather the peons (aka pee-ons) – the low-educated, paycheck-to-paycheck, white-populated backwoods of America.
The attraction was magical because his palpable anger mirrored the constituency he sought. And the hooks were many – latent and not-so-latent racism, the evils of reflection and intellect, the “Germanic Family” desire for a father figure (as long as it was him), and celebration of the traditional while denying the reality of change. But let’s be honest – to believe that you can turn back the clock, you do have to be a bit cuckoo.
So the strategy of the victimized – even though for the most part they weren’t – sold to the self-dispossessed like hotcakes. History, of course, attests to the vitality of such an approach. No quicker way to the bully pulpit than bullying. And the ingredients were ideal – a delightfully gullible “wronged” congregation to preach to and a cornucopia of minorities to despise – the time-tested, perfect cocktail to bring down a democracy.
And so here we sit today with the opposing party – Democratic and democratic – back in power but seemingly unaware of that fact as they conduct internecine wars. And as centrists and libs do their supremely choreographed neutralization dance, the snapshot differs none from the film – well, on second thought maybe one thing – as the cameras roll, no actions are being taken to preserve our fundamental institutions.
As Washington fiddles, the nation burns.
Dennis Q. Murphy
(Former Alexandria, MN resident)