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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The Trump rebellion against the media

New stars are rising among conservative as Donald Trump's full frontal assault on an American political system that abandoned any pretense of principle. I have moved to the people who get who Trump is: the reformer who is chasing the money changers with a whip of cords, overturning tables, and having what seems to be a jolly good time.

All this talk of Hitler masks the real fear from all these king makers and their courtesans in the press: that the people are wide awake now and are ignoring the media propaganda machine and concentrating only on electing the one person who will look out for them. She can blow a billion bucks on ads. They will not scratch the armor.

Their crowd bleats, "I'm with her," pledging their allegiance to a sorceress who sold out her country to Russian oligarchs who now control our uranium supply, Saudi Arabian interests (she is not unique in that), and billionaires who want to keep that trillion-dollar Quantitative Easement gravy train rolling. Colin Kaepernick at least has the decency not to pretend he even likes the country. Oh, he can still go to hell. Just maybe one of those outer rings where it is not quite as hot and maybe you get a bathroom break now and then.

The conservatives in Washington are aghast by Trump's rise. Testosterone scares them. So we readers turn to men who are not afraid to be men, and women who like men who are not afraid to be men.

From Austin Bay:
In presidential elections past, if Media Privilege were exposed, New York Times columnists and other elite spin-cyclists would quickly move to “core issue” twaddle and consign their exposed complicity to talk radio. It was as if they were pinching lyrics from The Who’s rock opera, Tommy.
You didn’t see us, you didn’t hear us. You’re deaf, dumb and blind, American voters. We media elites hear, speak and see for you. Go play pinball while we elect Hillary and advise Enron.
(With Enron’s scams long exposed, substitute “hobnob with the Clinton Foundation” for “advise Enron” and you’ll be au courant.)
“See me, feel me, touch me, heal me,” The Who’s Tommy sings. Yes, the health issue. That’s September 11. Before September 11,  Hillary’s hack cough was a talk radio dog whistle—a conspiracy theory, deplorable red meat for deplorable Donald Trump’s Les Deplorables.
Except it wasn’t. Hillary’s 9/11 woozy collapse was so evident, so thoroughly recorded on cell phone video—so clearly there, not in Bosnia, not in a Marine recruiting office, not in a forum where you could blame Matt Lauer—that all the Queen’s horses and all the Queen’s men could barely humpty her up and dumpty her off, again. After they managed to humpty and dumpty her off, her bodyguard of liars utterly failed to patch a convincing tall tale together from the pieces of her shattered stories.
Scott Adams declared the 9-1-1 incident on 9-11 the end of the race, by the way.

Jim Goad is another one who sees the goalposts rising. It's The Drive, Browns fans, only this time we have the ball.

From Jim Goad:
Year after year and generation after generation, the establishment media has shed even the slightest pretense of caring about average working white Americans in flyover country who’ve been screwed up the yin-yang by corporate outsourcing, globalist trade deals, and lax to nonexistent enforcement of immigration laws. For working-class white males in particular, a Democratic Party who once esteemed them as their core constituency has now targeted them as the source of All Things Evil. Yea, they have shat and shat and shat yet again upon the heads of what were once known as average blue-collar Americans, and yet these sheltered coastal nincompoops still appear clueless about why so many of their Designated Cultural Enemies are enthused about the only candidate in decades who understands and directly addresses what fuels their bitterness.
There’s a huge brooding swath of Americans out there who know that the media despises their very existence. Feeling shut out and ignored, these people have plodded along with a sense of learned helplessness and inevitable doom. These people also realize that the media’s relentlessly desperate attacks on Trump also reflect a near-sadistic disdain for all the alleged rubes and yahoos and throwbacks and inbred hillbillies who support him. What an increasingly disconnected and clueless media fails to realize is that they’ve flaunted their disdain of these people to the point where the blowback will be withering.
Plenty of us have tried to warn the media. But the reporters and the pundits have other agendas. They serve not readers or viewers, but to please the very money men who bought off Hillary.

As Ann Coulter wrote, "As with all things Trump, absolutely nothing you hear about him from our journalist friends is likely to be true. America is being lied to by well-paid media elites, who want cheap nannies and couldn’t care less about out-of-work and underpaid Americans. Vote against the media. Vote Trump!"


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  1. Yes, Ann Coulter. I particularly enjoyed her comment on The Media vs Trump in the Daily Caller (9/7/16) :

    ....every word the media utter about Trump is a lie, including “and” and “the.”

    That pretty well covers it.

  2. Comparing Trump to Christ. Quite possibly the scariest and saddest thing I have ever read on this blog. And to top it off, Surber thinks Trump is "having what seems to be a jolly good time" in going about it. Yep, running for president is just a bunch of fun and games to some. Trump is so playing you and millions other for a fool.

    1. And I'll bet you considered Obama YOUR Christ, you anonymous coward. Show your face, coward. Let us see your posts on social media, you coward. You're a coward, you coward. Did you ever serve in the military, you coward?

      Just wait for your next check from Soros, coward.

    2. Agree Z , as usual, this particular anon.
      takes and parses sentences into meanings that they don't have.. He must work for CNN...
      BTW remember who was called a "Lightbringer."? TG

    3. No Z, I consider Christ to be my Christ. As for serving in the military, I'm not going to play that card cause I will definitely shame nearly all of you. Hopefully you will be somewhat comforted by the fact that I'm not joining other vets in support of Colin K. As for being anonymous, wow, so many posters here use their real names.
      Surber ought to thank me for posting here. Without me, his posts would only get single-digit replies.
      Im waiting for you TPQuack. Where's ur response?

    4. Yes, indeed! In the Bible the word for lightbringer is translated "Lucifer." - Elric

      Isaiah 14:12 How art thou fallen from heaven, O LUCIFER, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!

      llyh Heylel (hay-lale'); Noun Masculine, Strong #: 1966

      Lucifer = "light-bearer"
      shining one, morning star, Lucifer is the name of the king of Babylon and Satan

    5. Oh, Anonymous, so you're a VIP? Should I bow down and kiss your ring? Nah, you're probably typing out of your parents' basement right now. I know your type. I was on Twitter for a while before they persecuted Robert Stacy McCain and Milo. Then I left. Go get a frozen burrito and microwave it, you loser. Coward.

    6. Trump is having a jolly good time. You can see it in his eyes. How about his smile while getting ready to dig into the Cinco de Mayo taco bowl? He has a sense of humor. He does not need the post-presidency money to live large. For he's a jolly good fellow.

    7. Nonnyass. You don't worship Christ. You worship yourself. Same as Satan.

    8. Expected more creativity out of you Quack but I guess this will do. Might want to adjust the meds.

    9. On no meds. Go fuck yourself.

    10. Sorry about that last comment, Don.
      As to you, Nonnyass, you claim to be a big brave man, having served in the military. Not officer material, I'd bet, and probably never saw any action. Someone whose main talent lies in getting other people to hate him intensely would have taken one in the back of the head. No one here would by any stretch of the imagination want to share a foxhole with you. And if you did say anything about how you won the Victoria Cross or some such thing, no one would believe you, because you are, in fact more cowardly than anyone else here. Maybe you were a sniper? Working alone in the shadows seems to be all you are good for. Probably a lot of pent up resentment in that creepy head of yours over some unmet goal, lost woman, or lack of a promotion you thought you deserved. The thing that really sets you off is any use of a simile or analogy that you think inappropriate. Maybe you could supply Don with a copy of your Index of Banned Similes so he wouldn't make any more "mistakes" and your life would be complete knowing that this blog would be free from error in the only mode of thought in which you can function.

    11. Much better Quack. Good job.

  3. "Testosterone scares them."

    Like Lincoln regarding US Grant, our motto has become, "I can't spare this man. He fights".

    And, boy, does it drive people crazy.

  4. Vive les Deplorables! (nee viva la compagnie)
    Let Every good Tumper fill up their glass!
    Vive les Deplorables!
    Vive la, vive la, vive 1'a
    mour! Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
    Vive Le Deplorables! TG McCoy

  5. ".....the reformer who is chasing the money changers with a whip of cords, overturning tables, and having what seems to be a jolly good time."
    And like that reformer, he threatens our modern-day Pharisees and Sadducees.

  6. GREAT post, Big D. I'm sniffing another masterwork in the works. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it! Make hay while the sun is out, my West Virginia brother...