At last, a journalist who ‘gets it’

The standard attitude, for most centre-right wingers certainly in Great Britain, is to find out what the Guardian deplores; and then adopt or do the exact opposite. It has long been the Standard-bearer for the revolutionary Left, from Chavez in Venezuela, through the bloody decades of the Castro regime in Cuba, and of course for anyone associated with the Hard Left of British Politics. That newspaper is famed for its championing of liberal causes, and it has been said that all a political group has to do is state it opposes anyone, anything, or indeed everything, to the right of Tony Benn; and it gains the automatic support of the Guardian.

 

And then they go and spoil it all by publishing the words of Simon Jenkins, saying what many of us here on the right have been saying for at least a year: which is that Trump supporters aren’t interested in the sermons from the East Coast Democrat Mafia/Media; nor from the billionaires of Silicon Valley; they have found their hero, and his name is ‘Donald’.

 

As Jenkins writes:-

In New York recently I read in the New York Times each day pages of columns competing with each other not just in criticising but in jeering at their president, to the point where I could understand his paranoia. Articles in the New Yorker discussed his mental health, his impeachment or his dismissal for incapacity under the constitution’s 25th amendment. It was all preaching to the converted.

Meanwhile a deafening wall descended somewhere beyond the Hudson river, where there lay a frightened, puzzled, increasingly poor America, one that had put its faith in a man who seemed to speak its language and address its fears. No one was reaching out to them, calmly explaining that others than Trump felt their pain. Trump does not appeal to the Republican wealth nexus, as did Ronald Reagan. He appeals to those whom the left thought were its own, and whom it has long neglected. Hence perhaps the fury that lies behind the insults.

 

Donald Trump is, perhaps, an example of the first truly non-aligned President of the United States. He owes no favours to big donors, hells gates, he funded some 20%  of his own campaign, he has argued with, and taken stances opposite, to his own Party probably equal to the Democrats. He shoots from the hip, he probably doesn’t know how to polish his words, and he should perhaps limit his thumb time on Twitter, but his supporters get him, and Simon Jenkins ‘gets’ him too!

But its all the fashion; so be cool!

I was doing some essential shoe shopping for my wife in the MetroCentre mall, just next to the banks of the Tyne in Gateshead.

 

Now I was just ambling along, not taking much notice of anyone or anything, when I saw this vision of up-to-the-minute-fashionably-dressed female, along with a gaggle of friends.

 

I was later advised by a shoe shop attendant nearby that the ‘fashionista’ was wearing a low-cut cropped top, very low-cut ‘super-skinny’ jeans or leggings which left lots of bare midriff, offset of course by mid-riff pierced ‘jewelry’, high-heeled strappy sandals, heavy make-up, approximately ½” long false eyelashes plus lots of, I think it is called eye-liner, but, not being any sort of an expert, it may have been something else; set off by what seemed to my admittedly untrained eye as an expensive hair-do.

 

The reason for the pause in my perambulation?

 

This example of parental surrender was, I estimate, eight years old!