The Wah of Stephen Bannon: The Allure of Darkness

Read that interview Stephen Bannon gave the Hollywood Reporter and you can't help but feel its magnetism.
It's the same guilty pleasure you get looking at those renegade anti everything boys dressed in their black SS uniforms. There's a certain glamor to the nasty, dark crowd.

Bannon told how confidant he was when Hillary was off the campaign trail, talking to donors on the high dollar circuit and Trump was out there in the hustings talking to crowds of 30 or 40 thousand, day in and day out, Bannon was sure they would win.
"Hillary would get off the donor circuit and talk to a crowd of 300 or 400 students. We were talking to crowds of 40,000." 
That had to mean something.
That had to translate into something.
And none of the chattering class saw any of that.
Not Mark Shields, not Joe of "Morning Joe" not even David Brooks, who kept himself busy reading polls and "538."
And certainly not Nate Silver, everyone's favorite high tech oracle.
How sweet it must be to be Stephen Bannon who insisted on his contrarian view of life and was vindicated on November 8.
It was Muhammad Ali beating Sonny Liston. It was Broadway Joe Namath beating the Baltimore Colts in the Superbowl. It was the dark genius, the boy from blue collar Virginia who knew what was happening.

Of course, Mad Dog Democrat  had been reading Michael Moore, and he was unsettled: In his October 27th post he said,
"Watching Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, David Gregory and all the pundits on TV this morning I thought I was seeing Trump in a rope a dope.  No more mention of building a wall, kissing women, fat women, disgusting, nasty women, no more mention of forbidding Muslims from crossing our borders--now it's all about bringing back the factories for all those Ohio and Pennsylvania workers. You can all just go back to the factories now, get your paycheck. Ain't America great again. 

Never mind when those factories re open the 3,000 jobs once held by your fathers will be done by 2,000 robots and 100 workers.

Donald has learned what works and in the last two weeks he's lulling everyone to sleep, playing rope a dope. All he has to do is simply not be outrageous, and people forget all those wild things he said. He looks calm and a safe option.

Republicans come home--your boy is all grown up now."

Bannon's man, Mr. Trump, told Blacks in their hell hole ghettos the Democrats were taking them for granted. People laughed. The Blacks are too smart to fall for that line. But, the smart part was, Trump was not speaking to the Blacks in the ghettos--he was speaking to the Whites in their territories in the Blue Wall.
Nice play that. In football, it's called a "Counter Trey" play--you get everyone moving in one direction, but there's this one fullback who just sits and waits until everyone is committed--then he takes the ball and runs the other way.
So you get HRC and all her surrogates running West to Arizona, and South to Georgia and North Carolina and Texas and then the play goes right up the middle to Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin and Western PA.
Some say it worked.