Robin isn't the type to say I told you so, but...Robin told you so!

I’m not generally the type of person to say I told you so, but dammit people, I told you so.

More than a year ago, I was having dinner with a local media type (she won’t let me utter her name in this here blog) when I told her that I thought there was a chance that the Trump could pull it off.

That doesn’t mean I want you to send me emails begging for my predictions of where your foxy old Aunt Edna buried her mayonnaise jar of cash in the state park (it’s behind the campground restroom).

Nope, I could see an inkling of how this could happen even then. I don’t have the figures at my fingertips, but in the past several elections there were huge swaths of Americans who just didn’t vote. They sat it out because, well, who knows why?

Most likely, it was uninspiring candidates who failed miserably  in identifying with prospective voters.

All it took was someone who could connect with them. Say the kinds of crap that they wanted to hear. Combine that with a suspiciously unindicted criminal as an opponent and voila! you’re president!

It was these people that pollsters missed. The so-called invisibles. People who waited until the last possible minute to register. I even told you about them in a late October post, though admittedly I questioned whether it was a valid theory and if the Trump’s people were smart enough to figure it out.

They were. I have to say, the Trump’s people were brilliant in pulling this off. How else could a loathsome, crass individual get away with the gaffs he was spewing forth daily and still get himself elected?

Eh well, for better or worse, we’re in it for four years. As the late, great Hunter S. Thompson would say, “Buy a ticket, take the ride!”

And, next time…listen to me! By the way, I know where your weird Uncle Carl buried all of his guns and ammo…email me.

That is all!
 

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