Good writers and excellent analysts may continue to politely chronicle the news — parrying every negative thrust made by the mass media, about Trump, conservatives, and Republicans. But, for me, born during World War II, the message seems the same. It never changes. I’ve seen it before, and it’s like it was then. It’s something I cannot touch or smell, but it’s all around me: a fake leftist reality telling me what to say, what to think, and what to believe. The 1940s and 1950s are what protects me. What I experienced and learned. What I was taught. What I...