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Rush Limbaugh has a bloodhound's sense of smell. If there are gold doubloons out there to be had, he can sniff 'em 5 miles away. But Trump had no gold doubloons to give. Cruz and his GOPe funders had plenty and so Cruz was rewarded with all sorts of undeserved praise for how "consistently conservative" he was and other such nonsense. Praise was also overflowing for the Amnesty Boy and his accomplices because -- once again -- they came to the gatekeeper with many Golden Sacks in their hands. Maybe if Trump was less frugal with his advertising dollars, he could have earned an "authentic conservative" ribbon :- ) We'll never know. |
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But Trump wasn't interested in paying off the trolls who live under Conservative Bridge. Instead he hired Huck Finn and his friends to commandeer a raft to cross the river. Trump appealed directly to the people and to winners who didn't expect doubloons for their support: Bobby Knight, Sarah Palin, Jeff Sessions, Jerry Falwell, Bill Mitchell, the Black Pastors, and many more. The irony is that here is one of the wealthiest men in the world, and yet he is one of us and is not afraid to sacrifice immensely to accomplish his noble mission. Emerson had some words to describe such virtue: The temperance of the hero proceeds from the same wish to do no dishonor to the worthiness he has. But he loves it for its elegancy, not for its austerity. It seems not worth his while to be solemn, and denounce with bitterness flesh-eating or wine-drinking, the use of tobacco, or opium, or tea, or silk, or gold. A great man scarcely knows how he dines, how he dresses; but without railing or precision, his living is natural and poetic. John Eliot, the Indian Apostle, drank water, and said of wine, -- "It is a noble, generous liquor, and we should be humbly thankful for it, but, as I remember, water was made before it." Better still is the temperance of King David, who poured out on the ground unto the Lord the water which three of his warriors had brought him to drink, at the peril of their lives. The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness. It does not ask to dine nicely, and to sleep warm. The essence of greatness is the perception that virtue is enough. Poverty is its ornament. It does not need plenty, and can very well abide its loss. |