There's been a lot of recriminations after Nov. 8th.  The triumphant side has said that their vanquished rivals (who lost by being up +2%) were out of touch with real America.  I am duly chastened.  So I went online to search for America.  Over the past few weeks I've taken the time to rove through cyberspace to sample grassroots sentiment of self-professed regular people, the not-so-silent "majority".

Did I say grass roots?  It must've been crab grass.  I was amazed to find that despite getting what they wanted (and didn't even expect) in the past election, right-wingers are still angry, still choking on hate.  There were any number of rabid rants that went on and on, and which tossed everything but the kitchen sink into their voluminous catalog of grievances and resentments.

Rightists never let anything go.  They're still grousing about things from 20, 30, 40 years ago, things that aren't even relevant anymore.  In fact, they absorb resentments from before they were even born!  And yet they demand that Democrats get over what happened a mere two months ago?  Sheesh!

But I can see how Agent Orange earned their perfervid adulation.  He astutely managed to reflect as many of their resentments as possible.  Thus he certifies that he's a Demagogue Extraordinaire, the match of any of the Fascist luminaries of the past.  (Whether he's in the league of his idol, Putin, remains to be seen.)  His worshipers appreciate his pose as a Working-Class Hero, as foreign as that is to the Spoiled Rich Kid in his gold-plated penthouse.  Their need to set the world right-wing again is so acute that they readily forgive him any defect.  He was right when he said he could shoot someone and not lose any votes.  Psychotic, megalomaniacal, but right.  I'd actually go him one better and say he could throw acid in a child's face, and his supporters would rationalize it away.  "Well, what about 'Crooked' Hillary..."

A lot of what motivated "real Americans" was a deep, visceral animosity that stemmed from the election of a black President.  (The prospect of a female one was almost as intolerable.)  For eight years they stewed and finally got recom-PENCE.  They elected the anti-Obama:  a classless boor whose racist mala fides were certified by the KKK.  Their endorsement of him helped, rather than hurt, as those silly, clueless elitists had expected.

But I can't get away from the fact that even when they get their way, right-wingers are miserable.  I don't know whether to suggest Prozac or taking a bath with their toaster, but their lousy attitude just isn't right.  But if they're bound and determined to be miserable, come what may, I think I'll help them by working to undermine everything they hold dear, from hypocritical piety to Monster Truck rallies.

Sincerely,

Stephen Van Eck

Rushville, PA  18828