Was it really four whole years ago that America walked away from the precipice of a Hillary Clinton presidency?
Yes, it was. I recall so vividly, as if it were but days ago, the storms of jubilant relief that swept over the whole United States.
The faces of the anchors of the great American news networks were a tableau of ecstatic release from nightmare anxiety. It is still a strange joy to visit YouTube, where one can relive the very moment when Florida — which had been swaying all evening from Clinton to Donald Trump, Trump to Clinton — finally yielded and placed the Clinton campaign into history’s sad loss file.
Is it possible that I am replaying that immortal scene with a jaundiced eye and a careless laptop?
Yes, it is. It’s early, as I tap the keys, and my morning yogourt sometimes awakens odd strains of irony that not even vats of Nescafe can tame.
One element we may all agree on, however, is that the second-biggest story of Nov. 8, 2016 (Trump’s win being first), was the near total collapse of the American polling industry, and the media outlets that eagerly supported its predictions.
It wasn’t just that the polls were wrong. It was how extravagantly wrong the near totality of them were, and all in the same direction. This I have written about before, but it is so delicious a news morsel, I like to return to it. The New York Times, the ponderous Vatican of American public affairs, had Clinton’s chances — as of half an hour before the results started rolling in — at 92 per cent, and sad-sack Trump barely breathing at eight per cent.
America’s other oracle, the Huffington Post, left Trump with the tiniest breathing hole at two per cent — only, I believe, as a kindness to a candidate who its editors were absolutely certain was fully down for the count.
When, as time and fate unfolded, Trump, to the combined consternation and incredulity of the collective news media of the United States, walked past Clinton, the shock was seismic. Review the footage on YouTube. The faces of the anchors and pundits are a collage of bewilderment and deep woe.
(Just on a personal note, looking, on that night, at such ranks of overpaid dejection, my fruede tank ran out of schaden.) …
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