I couldn’t believe the spectacle on TV last night, all those adult pundits “debating” whether Trump had meant what he said in the sense that he seemed to say it. Parsing, analyzing, weighing his word salad. As if there could be any question what he was insinuating. As if he was serious, in the way that he would be serious about choosing a fourth wife or a new tax shelter for Ivanka’s trust fund. He makes it up as he goes along. He seeks attention and adulation from wherever he can get it, and where he gets it the most these days is from the people who identify proudly as oppressed white Christian gun owners who are one insult away from shooting their “oppressors,” those oppressors being non-white, non-Christian, non-heterosexual urban-dwellers, and of course all those white race traitors with money and education who look down on them. Some of them (but not nearly so many as in days of yore) have a special animus for Jews.
This is America and we are not one country. Even if he’s reached his ceiling, Donald Trump’s rise is proof enough of that. The fact that 35 percent or so of whites are as alienated as they are is as damning as the fact that so many minorities are. Defeating Trump may postpone America’s day of reckoning, but it won’t begin to fix its problems.