Around 10:30 on election night, I found myself denying the consequences of a political reality I’ve been hurling at indifferent liberals for more than twenty years. With the crucial swing states of Florida and North Carolina falling to Donald Trump, the Europe One radio host interviewing me wanted to know whether the furious working-class revolt against the Clintons and the Democratic Party was finally coming to fruition. Was Trump really going to win? So horrified was I by the prospect of the White House being occupied by a Mad Hatter dressed in full metal jacket that I momentarily went blind. I weakly replied, ‘No, look at Virginia—Hillary’s still in the lead.’ She did wind up prevailing in that state, as well as in the popular vote, but Trump won what in the end was a referendum. The No—to Hillary and Bill’s ‘new Democratic Party’—carried the day over the No to Trump’s blustering idiocy.
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