The Reason Americans Chose Trump

American Thinker 

Some thoughts and notes I recorded two decades ago may help explain why Trump became president...

As a writer, had I chosen to be an historian, I would have written a history of the West that showed how haters of Christ plotted from Year One to block the Voice of the Creator in human affairs. I would start by demolishing the myth that Christianity is a set of opinions of any person or group and show that Christianity is the best link in human endeavors to the source of our being, God—in simpler words, the best path to our physical and spiritual wellbeing. I would go on to show that by deed or by default:

• Enlightenment God-haters tried to replace God’s path to wellbeing with mental concoctions derived from reason, which history proves is a plaything in the hands of scoundrels;
• Darwinist God-haters wanted to replace God with science, unaware that science is blind to the most important things in life, a long list beginning with love, hate, revenge, conscience, etc.;
• Freudian God-haters wanted to explain the growing void in their understanding of human beings by sorting and arranging the gaps in their own minds;
• Marxist God-haters wanted to pick up the pieces of failed reason and science, arrange them into lucrative contests between Oppressors and Victims, and play global board games;
• Clerical God-haters wanted to preside over the funeral of the Christian church.

God-haters of every description and era have been on a pathological mission to replace God with themselves. Blinder than bats to the limitations of the human mind and the waywardness of the human heart, they persisted like the demons they were, or became, to defy the Voice of God within every human being.

“All forms of life are animated by a power which does not originate within them,” Russell Kirk reminds us, commenting on the metaphysics of Coleridge in his book The Conservative Mind, Chapter IV.

A Purpose, a Will, emanates from God; this Will has created our humanity, and guides us now in ways beyond our understanding, toward ends which even our reason cannot make out clearly. Providence acts through the instincts and intuitions of our feeble flesh. This being so, the man who takes the materialist, the mechanist, and the Utilitarian for his preceptors in the ends of life is a forlorn fool.

And, I would add, a fool who facilitates the grab of power-hungry scoundrels.

Early in the history of the last century, John Randolph of Roanoke noted that Americans

can forge their own chains, and to flatter the people and delude them by promises never meant to be performed is the stale but successful practice of the demagogue, as of the seducer in private life.

I had long been disheartened by the rampant moral weakness and mental obtuseness of many called to govern. You needn’t have read Plato to know that mental and moral mediocrity has no place in government.

Yet the government in Washington had turned into a virtual asylum for political misfits, where they can live especially well by pretending to serve the American people while milking them for programs inconsistent with the job of serving them. Their top mission—it’s hardly a secret—has been to push for a “new world order.” Obama spent his eight years as president to grease the skids toward a Global Oz planned over a century ago by God-hating globalists and financed by amoral industrial moguls. In the alleged words of David Rockefeller:

We are grateful to the Washington Post, The New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings [Bilderberg Group, Baden-Baden, Germany, June 1991] and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years. It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries.

It required a lens to detect the difference between what I had come to call the Tweedle-dee Democrats and the Tweedle-dum Republicans. The two parties were, in fact, being called the Uniparty. It was hardly a surprise that after each presidential election, there was no significant progress toward improving American lives. The evidence instead revealed a significant decline in real wages, opportunities, freedom, and independence.

Then, like the sequel to a grade B horror movie, a virtual witch was running for president. Hillary Clinton had been Obama’s infamous Secretary of State and was the Democrat choice for president in 2016—her choice, to be exact. This time her path to the White House would not be obstructed by her lame-duck boss, nor by a “nice guy” like Bernie Sanders, whose wings she’d clip if necessary. Hillary made damn sure she’d improve the brew she mixed when she managed to get hubby Bill Clinton into office. It was a potent new brew that would make her the first woman president of the United States! Woe to anyone who got in her way!

The billionaire Donald Trump, who’d invited Hillary to his 2005 wedding to Melania, now stormed the stage of Republican candidates for president and dared call his opponent “Crooked Hillary.” In public. Ooooooooh!

Of the notorious Donald J. Trump, I knew next to nothing. By the 2016 election year, I had it “up to here” with a “democratic process” that reduced elections to voting for “the lesser of two evils” every four years, along a road that branched from detour to detour.

The extreme danger of allowing the ruthless Hillary Clinton to finish off America and sell it to globalists demanded that she and her minions be stopped. And it did not matter now who did it, unless that person was yet another political partner—in which case it was back to “politics as usual.” We were dealing here not with a choice between parties but between America and no America.

It did not escape my attention that the terrible situation we were in was straight out of ancient classic drama, at that crucial moment in the plot when imminent disaster is averted by a deus ex machina.

Who could earn that title and be the one to face and defeat the witch in Washington? Did Trump have the guts for it? When he stepped onto the presidential launching pad, Trump was ridiculed and lambasted by celebrities and by the mainstream media. Could a clown like Trump really be president? Hee-hee-hee-ha-ha-ha...

I watched and listened. Here was a guy who actually said something when he opened his mouth. The last president or candidate to talk with such substance and candor was Republican Ronald Reagan and, before him, Democrat Adlai Stevenson. Trump spoke like a guy you’d meet on the street or in a waiting room. There was no double-talk in his speech. He was a straight shooter and didn’t care whose ears it might sting.

Trump spoke of the entrenched corruption in our overblown government, the political meddling and military adventurism throughout the globe, the lack of respect for the Constitution, for law enforcement, for our veterans, for the common worker, the family, and for God. He dared say what many culture warriors had been saying for over thirty years. And he said it forthrightly and emphatically. This was the guy for a major correction in the way the government operated. Would this bolt of lightning wake Americans up?

Was there hope, finally, for ending the political and social degeneration of America, accelerated by Barack Obama and sure to be advanced by Hillary Clinton?

Hillary Rodham Clinton, an attractive woman (with makeup), had an irritating habit of barking out edicts while rolling her eyes and standing on a heap of ideological debris that she took to be the moral high ground. The sight and sound of Hillary made me reach for the TV remote to turn her off, something I also did with hubby, President Bill, and later with Obama, when his grandiloquent rhetoric failed to match any demonstration of care for America.

That Hillary in one of her speeches would say that half the people who supported Trump might be put in a “basket of deplorables”—that, during the final presidential debate, she would declare to the whole world that she would support the right of a woman to murder the child in her womb, up to the moment of birth—proved just how terrible a president she would be.

With a forward-swept coif of blondish hair on top of his big frame, an easy smile, witty use of words bordering on bombast, Donald J. Trump gave the impression of a colorful braggadocio. I could ignore boastfulness in anyone whose deeds and words match—as with an artist I knew, Charles Bohannah, whose achievements in art and everything he got into proved the truth of his boasts.

Mainstream journalists were portraying Trump as an egotistical opportunist, incapable of civility, let alone presidential leadership. This verdict combined with the explosion of invective from the Left were reason enough for me to opt for credibility in this man.

Trump proved to be a formidable contender in whatever contest, mowing down 16 other Republican candidates for president, among whom were “sure bets.” His glamorous Slovenian wife, Melania, was no mean asset to his bid for office. And his bold expression of faith in God struck a deep chord in most Americans.

In arenas jammed and overflowing with people in the thousands, in rally after rally, Trump showed he was the man for reclaiming America by stopping the flood of illegal aliens, vetting immigrants from Islamic regions known to harbor terrorists, bringing the manufacture of goods outside the U.S. back to America, creating jobs for Americans, eliminating industry-killing regulations, turning “free” trade into fair trade, upholding the sovereignty of the United States, restoring respect for the Constitution, restoring the respect due police officers, giving veterans the support and honor they earned, liberating church pastors from political speech restrictions, and in general giving Americans back their beloved country.

This was the first time people heard such talk from those running for office. The overwhelming enthusiasm of the crowds at these rallies transcended the medium through which they were conveyed. None of this was shown or reported on mainstream news channels except C-Span, Fox, and other alternative news sources. The obvious censorship was accompanied by a constant harping against Trump in any way possible—no holds barred.

Against all odds and most predictions, I sensed a win for Trump by a landslide.I could feel it in the rally crowds exploding with enthusiasm upon finallyhearing the truth being spoken by a presidential candidate (covering a lot of what I had reported in my newsletters, decades earlier.) I was convinced, as must have been the people attending the rallies, that Hillary would lose.

The night of the election, I went to bed not knowing the outcome. When I rose at 4:30 the next morning (as usual) and turned on the TV, the PBS analysts were still fumbling with the numbers. When I went to the computer for the news, I learned that Hillary had conceded the election. Hallelujah!

Fuming and blaming everyone but herself for the defeat, Hillary packed her rage into a book she called What Happened?

And President Trump tweeted: “I happened.”

In the wake of Trump’s political tsunami, which many believed Providence had a hand in, all hell broke loose, as those obsessed with ending America as a sovereign and independent nation under God dropped their masks and came after this human wrecking ball who crashed through their gates and ruined their party.