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By Garrison Keillor, November 9 at 8:39 AM via The Washington Post

Garrison Keillor is an 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.

The 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 of 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.

Alas 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.

To 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. America is still the land where the waitress’s 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.

We liberal elitists are now completely in the clear. The 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.

I 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.

Don’t 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. But 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 Herbert 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.

Back 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. I am now going to pay more attention to teachers.

Date: 2016-11-10 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] opakele.livejournal.com
Yes. I will enjoy watching them stew in their own juices...

Date: 2016-11-10 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saminz.livejournal.com
The saddest thing is that whatever "political pathology" has been researched, discussed - and ultimately dismissed, because "end of history" etc. - it hasn't helped to prevent the worst of history from repeating.

Now, as then, unleashing cruelty and the de-humanisation of whole segments of a population can only lead to ever more suffering.

I honestly don't think that there will be much happy meditating and/or tomato-raising in the future of any thinking, feeling and observing person during the next stages...

Date: 2016-11-11 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-issicran.livejournal.com
You would enjoy his words much more if you saw him speak them. He's the master of tongue in cheek humor. He espouses the good ole down home neighborly camaraderie of regular people and their silly jokes.

I'm thinking he's using the term Liberal Elite because someone called him that. He describes these 'elites' as "...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..." pretty much regular folk who are not elite.

I wish I were younger, with scads of energy. This election has been a kick in the ass to me to get involved in our process although I don't think I have the energy needed for it.

Date: 2016-11-12 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saminz.livejournal.com
Thing is, I don't have to either hear or see him close up, because we have his clone right here, in the person of Mr. Blocher. Who is another "popular" businessman who wishes to build a wall around our country and all that.

Only Blocher's business was successful and he's one of the richest here. Posing as a benefactor of the "little people" and getting away with it. etc.etc...

Energy is not all, though - I'd need the faith that it's worth it, at all :-p.
Humanity as a whole is obviously not interested in living together and making this work.

Oh - okay - I get it, now: You meant I should hear the author...!
Right. That might even be actually enjoyable. I sort of hadn't been able to see that word in any but cynical lighting ;-).
Edited Date: 2016-11-12 08:14 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-12 08:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-issicran.livejournal.com
When he says, "Alas 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."

I'm not sure many of the uneducated have the ability to understand how badly they've been used, or learn to understand how badly they've been used. They are unwitting anarchists; and Ms. Rodham called them a basket of deplorables. Those same uneducated white men will be most angry and would rather stay angry than accept their fallibility.

Date: 2016-11-12 11:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saminz.livejournal.com
I've been reminded of one of these rather childish anarchist slogans from the seventies: "break up what breaks you down!!" (Macht kaputt was euch kapputtmacht.)

So once they had been told as nauseam that the state was "robbing" them, following that slogan, that's just what they did.

On the other hand: These people seem to have this indestructible yearning for a stong, male leader, biggest bully of the yard kind of style. I really have no idea where something like this comes from, to be honest. Testosterone? Not alone, I'm afraid.
Anyway: Asking for a bully might well leave you bullied. Surely this could occur to some people?!

(Okay, I have a yearning for leadership as well, in a sense that I want to look up to someone, be awed and be rid of responsibility ;-). But I am aware of it, and the dangers involved. )



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