Carryn Owens reacts as Ivanka Trump and her husband Jared Kushner (R), applaud. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque
I was once a Democrat. In those days, I thought I was on the team of truth, justice, and the American way. It was fun to be a Democrat then. But... Bye, bye Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. I woke up.
I'm no longer a Democrat (it's been many years now), and though on the rarest of occasions I worried I'd made a mistake, Tuesday night watching the shell-shocked faces of the Democrats on the floor of Congress while Donald Trump delivered his magnificent speech, I knew I had made no error. I even wondered what was going on in my head in those isolated moments I doubted myself.
The Democratic Party members watching that speech looked like a party of the living dead. They didn't know how to react. They didn't know if they were Americans. They didn't know who they were.
Every time Trump called for bipartisanship for the good of our country, they winced. They couldn't stand it and didn't know how to react because they are the least bipartisan people in the world and they scarcely know what cooperating is. Working together is not in their natures. Yes, they talk about it endlessly but they never do it. (See: the history of the Soviet Union) Maybe it's not in their DNA. (I should check mine.)
When the speech was over -- after there was no longer a dry eye in the house from the introduction of the widow of the Navy SEAL -- they left the room faster than fans of the losing team after the Super Bowl, only in this case they left so stunned you had to wonder if they would ever win the game again or even compete.
The Democrats -- the silly ladies dressed in white and all the others -- bet the house that Trump would make a fool of himself and Donald cut the legs out from under them. And when you bet the house and lose, you go home bankrupt. And without a home to go to.
He cut the Democrats' legs out in the worst way, exposing them for the empty party they are with nothing going for them but identity politics. Yet, it is becoming increasingly obvious that if anyone does anything for the inner cities, it will be Trump the builder, not the Democrats who had a chance for fifty or sixty years and did nothing. Bye, bye, identity politics. No wonder Maxine Waters is so apoplectic.
Yes, Trump delivered a speech for the ages. Tucker Carlson, who is solidifying his position as the most perceptive pundit on television, again got it right, saying the president had "set the template" for future presidential addresses. He had. Bravo to him and to speechwriter Stephen Miller, who is rapidly becoming the most distinguished graduate ever of Santa Monica High, where he was supposedly persona non grata while he attended.
Now I know Democrats are praying Donald will start tweeting and say something outrageous they can make fun of or at the very least deliberately misconstrue. And you can trust CNN and the rest to pick apart a million things. Where's the money going to come from for this and that? But it's not going to matter that much. Trump is a great American optimist and we saw Tuesday night that he is more than capable of bringing the country along with him.
We are in a new era. I'm 95% excited but 5% blue about what is happening -- not because I have even an iota of regret about leaving liberalism, especially now. But because, as Trump himself said the other day, we need a two-party system and I strongly suspect, even with the unlimited pockets of George Soros, the Democratic Party, at least as we know it, is dying. All those crazy protests at town halls and the mass demonstrations of women racing around in vagina hats are the death throes of a movement with nothing to say.
The question is, will history look at February 28, 2017, as "The Night the Democratic Party Died" or at the very least the beginning of the end? No one can be certain, but I wouldn't be surprised if it does.