This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.
By Daniel Greenfield


It was midnight in America. The day of the election millions of Americans got up and stood in front of the Machine, the great iron wheel that had been grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed and taunted them as white trash racists.


They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose jobs had been given to foreigners in foreign countries so that the incomes of oligarchs could rise. They were sons who didn’t see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of the undocumented illegals flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath and they stood.


They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.


Blue America crumbled. The Blue States fell one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up against its oppressors. The rest of the nation, between the West coast and the North East coast–the fly-over zone– rose up with it.


They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential election.


They fought back against being told that they had to watch what they say. 


They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted to work for a living, take care of their families, and protect the sanctity of marriage.


And they won.


This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising.


Like the ordinary men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had ever known.


Who were these people? They were the neglected in the fly-over country that is the heart of America. They didn’t have univeristy degrees, and they had never set foot in a Starbucks to pay $5 for a cup of coffee. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that they still mattered.


They were told they were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration. Black Lives Matter, but not jobs for the oppressed middle class. Manufacturing is unnecessary for an economy in which financial profits are all important. Transgender bathrooms. Same gender marriages. Americans were supposed to bow down and surrender to a handful of perverts.


Told that the future belongs to the metro-sexual dot com transgender globalist, and not to the guy who once had a good job before the globalist corporations with Washington’s blessings sent it to China or Mexico, real Americans revolted. 
White trash American couldn’t change anything, declared the pundits. But instead of adapting to the inevitable future of America’s demise, they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.


And they changed everything.


Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. And he did for the worse. A billion regulations, millions of immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was no longer our America. 


White Trash America voted and sent Obama to Hell. They walked through him and through the Democratic Party like the wet paper bag that they are. Voters abandoned the party that had sold out the American people. More black Americans voted for Trump than voted for Romney. 


The election repudiated the Obamas, the Clintons, the celebrities, and the media. Americans turned the One Percent’s world upside down.


CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for six straight terms, the mass of neoconned government, globalist corporations and oligarch-financed non-profits that ran the country, was set to win. Or so they thought.


Instead the people stood in front of the Machine. They blocked it with their votes even though the media told them Hillary was the certain winner. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had done their best for their future. They bet on America.


And they won.


They are tired of the absence of affordable health care and recognize the fraud of Obamacare. They are tired of unemployment and of being lied to. They are tired of watching their sons come back in coffins so that the military/security complex could continue to loot America with their wars. They are tired of being called names and watching the theft of their country. 


They understood that Trump was right. The election was their last hope, their last chance to save themselves and their country. And they did.


This election was not about who gets to use the female toilet. It wasn’t about whether it is racist to enforce the immigration laws. It wasn’t about how men, however uncouthly, express their sexual interest in women.


It was about suffering Americans, whose names no one except a server and the NSA will ever know, fighting back against their oppression. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the betrayed Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who refused to sell out their futures and vote for a Democrat who is an agent of the One Percent.


The media will never interview those men and women. We will never see their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done. They did the impossible.


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Their has been talk that come December 19th when The Electoral College convenes that the electors may switch their votes.  Here's what I have to say about that....


The ONLY way for President-elect Trump's win to be reversed is if our whole system is down the toilet!


Clinton would need more than 20 GOP electors to go rogue and vote instead for her, a mighty tall order.  Even then, the new, Republican-controlled Congress meets Jan. 6 to approve the electoral college vote, and would certainly vote to void any roguery, handing the victory firmly back to Trump.


Our country is a democratic Republic and The Founding Fathers created the electoral college because they were afraid of direct Democracy run by the whims of ignorant and greedy masses.

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POST-ELECTION WRAP-UP


It's clear that America hasn't been working for the ordinary guy for a long time. I believe we all contributed to the waking up of the people of America and that's a good thing. 


I was thinking that all of the patriots who've been bringing up issues of importance for the last few years ought to feel real good about their accomplishments. It doesn't matter whether you're a Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Independent or Anarchist either. 
All the political correctness needed to be squelched so that we could come together to agree that we have problems. We needed to have a black man for president and he needed to fail for us to see that race is not the problem in these united states.
We need to continue the dialogue to identify exactly what is wrong and what needs to change so that we once again can come together and act as a nation of people with common goals. 


How we get there is yet to be determined.