My obscure and personal blog is in the midst of experiencing the largest number of hits in its history. My post on Ayaan Hirsi Ali has made its way out beyond these precincts so we will have our fifteen minutes of notoriety and then fade back into the pack. It did even occur to me as I wrote that earlier post that this was something I should leave alone since Hirsi Ali is a brave woman with a crucially important message. I remain disappointed that she cannot see in Donald Trump a vehicle for some kind of reversal if it is not entirely too late. And that is why I ended up writing what I did.
There is no one else anywhere to be found who might be able to take a stand and reverse this tide. There are a thousand things wrong with Trump but whatever they are, they are mere flea bites compared with the things that are wrong with Hillary and Obama. I therefore remain astounded at the way so many of the people I know dismiss Trump because of various personal characteristics of his, and ignore, or set to the side, his potential to do a quite large amount of good in spite of all the negatives he may come with.
If you are the sort of person who thinks the nation states of the West need to be preserved, there is no one else who is anywhere near being in a position to achieve this end than Trump. I am therefore not for the first time reminded of this very old story which seems to get to the heart of the issue.
There once was a flood and everyone had reached safety except for one man.
He climbed to the top of his house where the water was getting dangerously deep when a rescue helicopter came by and hovered above him and let down a rope, but the man waved it away shouting, “I don’t need saving! My Lord will come”
Reluctantly, the helicopter left.
The water continued to rise and a boat came to him but, once again, the man shouted, “No! Go away! the Lord will come and save me!” and so the boat, too, went off.
Finally, a raft came by and invited him to climb aboard, but the man was deeply religious and said, “It’s all right! The Lord will save me!”
The rain continued to pour, the water continued to rise and the man drowned.
At the gates of heaven, the man met St. Peter. Confused, he asked, “Peter, I have lived the life of a faithful man – why did you not rescue me?”
“For pity sake!” St. Peter replied. “We sent you a helicopter, a boat and finally a raft! What else did you expect us to do?”
Donald Trump, it seems to me, is that raft.