Trump Effect Redux


In July of last year when the 2016 presidential campaign was in its infancy, I wrote this article on Donald Trump’s candidacy for president: Trump Effect Or How to Lose an Election.

All the points I made then, still hold water as of today – but – it is too late.

This past week, the Republican “Establishment” woke up to the reality of what is. But, it also is too late.

As I wrote on February 21 this year, there is An American Revolution taking place. It is happening in the Republican Party.

That revolution is gaining and likely to be a win for the insurrectionists.

Suddenly the Establishment is planning for either an open convention with no candidate getting the necessary delegates on the first couple of rounds of ballots or mounting its own third party run to keep down-ticket candidates safe from a Donald Trump nomination and run against likely Democratic nominee, Hillary Clinton.

So what to do?

At this point, if Republicans want to win the election, it looks like the only choice is to consolidate around the one candidate who has voters enthused, turning out new voters, attracting more voters to the party. Then hope that a grand jury indicts Clinton over her private email server.

The time to stop Trump was last summer. Now, it is too late.

Why else would everyone be humming and singing along with Carol King’s, “It’s too late, baby. Now, it’s too late. Though we really did try to make it. Somethin’ inside has died, and I can’t hide, and I just can’t fake it, oh, no, no…

All the beating breasts and pounding chests in the world is not going to make a difference. The GOP has only itself to blame.

From the Cornfield, as the Republicans have shown so often in the last few years, they refuse to learn from the mistakes of inflexibility and of taking the people seriously.

Once more the GOP has ignored the groundswell, pooh-poohing the reality locked away in fake ivory towers made of plastic, until it is too late.

Now the party, like the Wicked Witch of the West, is melting.

Will it survive or evolve?

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I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.

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