Terminology differs. Alt-Right, Dissident Right, Alt-West and a few other designations exist for folks at the angrier edge of the Right-Wing. These are folks who think it’s essentially too late to try to salvage the United States as presently comprised. There is an underlying premise that dissolution and re-assembly into more than one fragment is the only and desired outcome. And this has always dismayed me. The idea that human beings cannot live under a single government that can even-handedly allow them to co-exist and prosper with the maximum of freedom and prosperity seems odd. Even if the Alt-Right premises about unequal talents and differing preferences in life style are completely true I still don’t see why the advantages of the American way of life can’t continue to generate freedom and happiness. But that’s their belief, that it can’t.
But I have noticed lately on a few of the sites that I check a sort of moderating mood or attitude. It’s as if Trump’s successes are starting to encourage even these folks to think that maybe there is some hope of turning things around. And maybe I’m just picking up the general glow of happiness that comes from seeing leftist heads explode. But I believe I detect a hint of optimism for the American Project.
Let me add another qualifier. I have read opinions on these sites that under the best of circumstances Trump may be able to delay the collapse of America by some short number of years. And maybe the reaction I’m seeing is just the relaxation attendant on this temporary reprieve. Sort of like the seventh inning stretch. Well, either way, it appears a certain upbeat attitude seems to be suffusing the apocalyptic crew on the far right. And I’m definitely good with that. I have a happily ever afterward daydream where the country wakes up and corrects the excesses and abuses that Democrats and liberal Supreme Court Justices have inflicted upon us. In this fantasy the Alt-Right eventually grudgingly accepts that they will have to forego bloody insurrection and just settle for the antagonistic and imperfect multi-ethnic and multi-racial melting pot that is the best-case scenario for human interaction that has ever been stumbled upon.
But daydreams aside, regardless of which scenario we are dealing with, lately I find myself unjustifiably optimistic. Realistically, the best President Trump can do, even assuming two full terms and Republican majorities in Congress, is begin the job of repairing some of the damage. And then we have to have a capable new president who can continue the work, one who can work for eight years and cement the changes already made into established policy. The odds of this are pretty slim. But compared to where we were under “President Black Lives Matter,” we’re living in Shangri-La. So, why shouldn’t we feel upbeat? Why, just this week I saw a headline from the New York Times (which, of course, I didn’t click on) that said that maybe that blue wave in the midterms might not actually occur. Something about the tax bill actually being popular after all (who’da thunk it?).
So, I’m going to join my brethren on the far right and put aside gloom and doom for at least the time being. This may render me less intense. It’s going to be much harder to build up a good head of outrage. But by the same token I predict my schadenfreude and snark will be that much stronger. In fact, I definitely feel a “Trump vs …” post incubating as we speak.
So, rejoice my brethren and sistren, the Millennium is upon us (again?) and we will enter the Promised Land humming the opening music from The Apprentice and joyfully carrying aloft our banners adorned with the golden device of the Trumpian Comb-Over as we tread those shining streets of gold (apologies to Saint John the Divine).