Hillary's snoot society vs punch clock America
by DC Larson

Hillary Clinton's recent slurring of millions who support Donald Trump illustrated her contempt for average citizens. Her nose aloft, she dripped scripted scurriliousness on a hospitable home court of mega-dollar donkey donors:

"You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump's supporters into what I call the 'basket of deplorables.' Right? The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic - you name it."

Clinton's haughty dismissal of many of our nation's voters brought swift and rightful common sense condemnation. But within days, that censure was countered, in some morally coarse quarters, by telling applause.

It became apparent that Hillary was not the only snob on the red  star carpet.

Her scorn of regular Americans was saluted by a spangled and clumsy celebrity kickline whose figurants are, ironically, afforded scented-powder privilege by the very hoi polloi at whom they sneer.

George Takei, Debra Messing, Kerry Washington, Patton Oswalt, Rob Reiner, and Chrissy Teigan are but an unseemly handful from Hillary's snoot society. 

And Clinton's bigotry against the hardworking also found slavering champions in pillowed, air-conditioned inky precincts. The New York Times, Huffington Post, Salon, MSNBC, Washington Post, and CNN all eagerly enlisted.

Their enthusiastic bear-hug of Clinton's chuckling classism underscored their own preferred distance from the masses and our interests.

(An earlier manifestation of Clintonites' elitist inclination was the smug deriding by airy commentators of some voters' lack of formal higher education. As if democracy weren't properly a mechanism for self-determination by all, but instead the harbored electoral gewgaw of lettered cake-eaters.)

Of course, Hillary Clinton and her sniffing, advantage-bubbled fan club are wrong to underhand the racism brickbat at the legions of decent Americans supporting the Trump-Pence ticket. Good people who would never sympathize with despicable bigots, march in their nefarious number, or in any manner grant currency to their wretched cause. 

I know that, because I am one of those Trump supporters. And I resent like hell Clinton's indiscriminate smear.

I've been in an interracial marriage for decades. My wife and I have been confronted with racism in its real-world forms --not the PC hyphenated, "safe space," cultural Marxist imitation so bannered about on cable news panels, diapered campuses, and at Soros-sponsored "shut it down" street circuses.

Over decades of independent study of racist dogma and hate groups both domestic and international, I've learned what the actual, vicious foulness is. 

Both Donald Trump and Mike Pence have denounced David Duke, as I'd hoped they would. And they have renounced any and all support by racists who, hungering after notice, have attempted without invitation to attach themselves to the campaign. 

"I disavowed him [Duke]," Trump told MSNBC's Morning Joe, in March. "I disavowed the KKK. Do you want me to do it for the 12th time? I disavowed him in the past, I disavow him, now.

And Pence, during a September 13 CNN interview, reiterated that  disavowal. "Donald Trump and I have denounced David Duke repeatedly. We have said that we do not want his support, and we don't want the support of people who think like him."

Case closed.

("Deplorable," by the way, is actually an apt description of the toil by some in both mainstream media and politics to prop up and publicize otherwise obscure hate groups and
spokesmen, effectively promoting the rot whose infamy they pretend to decry.

Just as I know what genuine racism is, I know what it is not. It sure as hell is not the Trump-supporting legions of police, carpenters, cab drivers, electricians, farmers, emergency personnel, office workers, and so many other common Americans who put in the hours, create the wealth, and pay the taxes.

I know about them, too. I'm a former chief steward (UFCW), who's defended the legitimate rights of working men and women. I know well what shop floors look like, because I spent decades sweating on them.

Clinton's purposeful slurring of regular folks resonated with her inflated-head, champagne-and-limo devotees. They seem of the fanciful notion that we should remain in the ship's belly, manning the oars while they, more clever than we, strut about topside and chart a course beneficent only to themselves.

Her ugly words made manifest the gravity of the upcoming election. And also our duty in it.

This is more than a struggle between two candidates. It is one for political, economic, and cultural predominance between an arrogant upper strata of self-infatuated, imitation aristocrats and the far greater in number, if less connected to power, common people who built America.

We're the grassroots movement that will elect Donald Trump. We're not racists. Not insignificant. And certainly not deplorable.

We're average Americans. Making history.