In the gut of the American body politic stewed a foul brew of nauseating political correctness, slimy globaloney and fake news. We were sick to our stomach. It was all boiling up inside of us. To regain our health, it had to be ejected.
Then we took a pill named Trump, and it all came hurling out. It had to happen, eventually. The pressure inside was getting too strong. But it needed a trigger, a catalyst. Something to accelerate the reaction.
That was, and is, the genius of Donald J. Trump. He’s more than an agent of change. He’s the catalyst.