Megyn Kelly, of course, is now drooling over Trump as are all the party poobahs. They get paid not to have common sense so none of it is surprising. To outsiders this world of sociopathy appears undifferentiated but there are subgroups and constituencies. Where will Trump fit in?
In my opinion he is only quantitatively different. He is from Megyn's more dignified stratum of degeneracy but he has succeeded without her and her crowd's approval with the help of the rocket fuel of the pure crazies, whose energies he has burned in his bowels to achieve lift-off.
A peek into that sociopathic political vortex has so far yielded a scene of the faces of traditional conservatives swirling down the drain into the pit of hell of their southern, socially backward brethren. Notice: as of now I am adding The Long Good Friday to my list of must-see movies.
Together with the movies on Enron and Lee Atwater it cracks the door to that world of incomprehensible irrationality and compulsion and corruption which was assumed not to be a part of America's political birthright but is now welling up out of southern sewers to destroy us.
In The Long Good Friday those strains of crazy come together. Guess who wins. The rationally sociopathic money-guy, played by Bob Hoskins, doesn't see that he has entered another arena. It's the political world in which suicidal devotion makes sense and they really don't give a shit.
Helen Mirren is Hoskins' girlfriend, his anchor, and she can anchor me anytime. Hoskins, in an excellent end to the movie, finally understands, in a futile instant, both what he is up against and that he has lost. Maybe Dame Helen will be able save America, with her beauty and élan.
She couldn't save Hoskins and we are now in similar circumstances, unable or unwilling to understand the forces we are up against.
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