Wednesday, November 9, 2016

“The man who broke every rule in the political handbook has captured the White House.”

I didn’t vote for him. I voted Libertarian. In part as a protest and in part because I knew he would carry Alabama.

That said, I also knew that he wouldn’t play by the normal rules of politics.

He didn’t, and he won the White House because of that very fact.

“Can I win? Can I win?” Trump would ask his strategists in the closing weeks, though he often defied their advice, refusing to eliminate trips to Pennsylvania, Colorado and other states that he had virtually no chance of winning.

Over and over, the real estate mogul displayed a fingertip feel for public sentiment and remarkable ability to bounce back, despite being written off by what he came to view as the corrupt media. He would criticize Mexican rapists, John McCain, Carly Fiorina’s face, call for a temporary ban on Muslim immigrants, and yet drive the news agenda and keep on winning. But that was with Republican primary voters.

On the broader stage, running against a Democrat whose unpopularity nearly matched his, Trump’s own words became the most potent weapons against him.

The pattern was remarkably consistent. Trump would hone a successful message, stick to the script — often reading from once-disparaged teleprompters — and wind up chafing at the rhetorical shackles.

His savvier advisers would realize that he wasn’t having fun. And then he would rebel. He would create a new narrative. It could be a phrase, a tweet, an extended riff in front of a rapturous crowd. Trump would mar the story line, blame the media for twisting his words, keep defending or tweaking his remarks, and suddenly he was no longer talking about taxes or terrorism.

The mainstream media used to think that they make the rules and everyone else has to either play by their rules, or be destroyed. Donald Trump absolutely wrecked the rules, and Hollywood, CNN, MSNBC and all of the other sef-styled elites are aghast.

That’s a good thing in my book. I didn’t vote for Donald Trump. But I did sit last night and watch in amazement as he broke the once formidable Blue Wall and took Pennsylvania, Wisconsin and probably Michigan. It looks like for once, the little guy won. The average Joe. The dude who pulls on his boots before sunrise, dons his hardhat and gets to work for his family and their future.

Average Joe showed up yesterday, and he Got Shit Done.

God Bless America, and may He, in His infinite wisdom, lead Donald J. Trump on the right course for this country and its future.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

I am going to call him Jalen “The Terminator” Hurts

0055351-hyrv (1)“It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!”

So plays Alabama Quarterback, Jalen Hurts. He is a true freshman, but he plays like a machine sent from Skynet to destroy the opposition.

When he gets knocked down, he gets up, rejuvenates and does not quit. When he makes a mistake, he adapts, he innovates, he learns and then overcomes.  Such a quarterback has not ever been seen in these parts, and might not ever be seen again, unless Skynet really does send a Terminator back in time.

“He. Does. Not. Stop. Ever.”

Until you are beaten. Ole Miss Learned it. Texas A&M learned it. Arkansas learned it. Tennessee learned it. LSU learned it. Everybody has learned it, and everybody else has a good reason to be scared witless.

For Alabama fans, this is both a beautiful and scary thing. To have such a deadly talented, remorseless and relentless player at the most important position in the new SEC is a good thing. On the other hand, having that much power placed in the hands of a true freshman is scary.

Hurts is likely headed to New York in the next couple of years, and it’s just as likely that he’ll accept Alabama’s third Heisman Trophy. It is unlikely that he’ll stick around for the remaining three years of his eligibility.

Machines like Hurts are built to succeed, and there is no indication whatsoever that he won’t. And that’s going to come with the lure of millions and an early exit to the NFL, where he will almost certainly succeed.

”The Terminator's an infiltration unit: part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyperalloy combat chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Fully armored; very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood...”

Mmm Hmmm. And it’s coming for you, College Football. It should be as much fun to watch as Terminator.

For that reason, I will heretofore refer to Jalen Hurts as The Terminator.