After a yearlong honeymoon, during which the president has more than tested the limits of both his constitutionally-derived authority and basic morality, the synonymous chickens, perhaps, have come home to roost. Plummeting approval ratings symmetrical to soaring unfavorables seldom arrive without consequences. Yet Mr. Trump steamrolled first the right then the left, and left both unsteady and uncertain of their most basic instincts. Could Trumpism, bulletproof thus far – more than merely crash against political and social norms – splinter the hull and sink the whole damn ship?
Is it possible Mr. Trump’s cataclysmic rise and Adamantium base led all sides to equivocate his 35% with a majority? The president, after his first real test, doesn’t feel vulnerable. It might be more honest to say he is beginning to drift towards traditional. Democrats will certainly overreact and many will be content to float, anticipating an anti-Trump swell, and forget how to swim. What if sharks, not waves, come?
Negatives are powerful insofar as they are attached to something positive – our lowest moments, I hope, find value when they catalyze some change for good. Without something equally inspiring as Trumpism is revolting, the Left’s will be a lonely movement, an isolated ion drawn to, and drawing from, nothing.