Dancing with the devil

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Last night, I went to the huge rally, which Trump held to spite the Democrats on the evening of their Primary!

I probably have to keep this a secret for my Bernie friends, as most of them would find attending a Trump rally as offensive as if you wanted to go dancing with the devil himself.

I went, and - what can I say - is seeing believing?

Can you believe how many red hats you can have standing in line on a bitterly cold night? How many you can cram into one hot stadium?

You probably can, when you know how hard the recession hit New Hampshire in the 2010s. Today employment is much better and many blue-collar workers see Trump as their savior. He is the astute businessman personae they know from Fox News and from many seasons of reality TV.




Can you understand how a person, who is rambling along for more than an hour, obviously speaking whatever rubbish comes into his head, can gather this much admiration?

The roaring red hats might be too busy cheering to actually listen to the words. The suits, slinking along the sides of the auditorium, must be able to listen , and their obvious cynicism is way harder to understand.


 I still have not processed all the impressions of last night, but I talked to several Trump supporters and had another take on what a lot of people feel they need in the US.



The guy, sitting in the neighboring seat, worried me. He is absolutely certain only foul play will spoil a Republican victory - and if this happens he and his friends will go to the streets and do whatever is necessary to fight the socialists and restore Trump in the presidency.

My days in the Bernie Brigade have shown me, that immense hate of the opposition is also very present on the Democratic side.

This election can truly be the ultimate test of US democracy.

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