Yet we are nervous and uncomfortable. Much as Trump himself keeps promising a warm welcome to new arrivals, many of our fellow travelers have not internalized the message. A presidential race is serious business. To feel truly welcome, we need to find serious people, giving serious thought to the directions the country needs to go and drafting coherent plans to take us there.
Instead, this train still has too many party cars. Too many riders are self-proclaimed "winners," raucous, rowdy, loutish, and sadly pathetic. When asked, they cannot tell us what makes them winners, or even what game they think we're playing.
Their team (not they, but rather someone disciplined, ambitious, clever, and successful) won the playoffs, and like drunken sports fans they gloat and jeer. But, like the mob that mindlessly celebrates its team's victory by looting its own hometown, they are self-destructive hooligans. To win the finals, Team Trump needs to attract precisely the voters this mob seems most intent on alienating. Having fulfilled their lifelong goal of crowing "F-U!," they are reveling in that impoverished dream but unable to see how it is impeding further victories.