There are 62 million Americans that would take issue with that concept. The San Francisco Chronicle in printing articles such as this proves Trump's point that the media is the enemy.
Lib socialists are furiously masturbating to trump coup stories.
Talbot is an elitist Fellow Traveler who has been pimping Stalinism for decades while railing against anything Republican, or patriotic, or military which might serve the interests of America’s national security.
Now the very Stalinist oats sown by this ass and his ilk have sprouted, inside Obama’s rogue and treasonous administration, and on the streets where Talbot himself lives.
Ooooh, it’s getting scary out there.
Suddenly, he realizes that things are falling apart, some kind of center needs to hold, and he wants to be in it.
It begins to dawn on Davie-boy that his Blackshirted cadre on the street might not revere his —or anyone’s-— exercise of free speech, much less his self-congratulatory pseudo-intellectualisms, as much as he’d thought.
Soon the comrades will hand him a shovel, order him to dig his grave and climb in. He’s no longer useful.
And since he so desperately needs to be useful, not to mention alive, he figures a slight rightward shift, with a discreet clutching of whatever coat tails he can grab onto, might serve his own interests-—even if some of those coat tails happen to be “Republican” ones.
So whose particular coattails does he name? Read it and weep—with laughter!
Giving credit where due, at least he seems on the cusp of recognizing that the Democratic Party has gone so far left, it’s fallen off the earth.
But he still thinks the genuine center, the pragmatists, the moderates, the America-first patriots in the military, the Trump electorate-—are “extremists.”
He’s desperately looking for a moderate center, so he can align with it. It’s in the White House, but he can’t find it. So he’s looking in the shadows, among the spooks and in the adjacent cubicles at the San Francisco Chronicle and the NYT.
More hilariously, he STILL believes his views align with those of ordinary Americans, and sees himself as some kind of leader and spokesman -—for us!
Pardon my intrusion.