Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

The superb Victor Davis Hanson asks what is behind the revolt of the Western Middle Class (see Tea Party, Trumpism, Brexit, Aussie Conservatives, etc.) and then absolutely nails the answer:

One, illegal immigration and open borders have led to chaos. Lax immigration policies have taxed social services and fueled multicultural identity politics, often to the benefit of boutique leftist political agendas.

Two, globalization enriched the cosmopolitan elites who found worldwide markets for their various services. New global markets and commerce meant Western nations outsourced, offshored and ignored their own industries and manufacturing (or anything dependent on muscular labor that could be replaced by cheaper workers abroad).

Three, unelected bureaucrats multiplied and vastly increased their power over private citizens. The targeted middle classes lacked the resources to fight back against the royal armies of tenured regulators, planners, auditors, inspectors and adjustors who could not be fired and were never accountable.

Four, the new global media reached billions and indoctrinated rather than reported.

Five, academia became politicized as a shrill agent of cultural transformation rather than focusing on education—while charging more for less learning.

Six, utopian social planning increased housing, energy and transportation costs.

One common gripe framed all these diverse issues: The wealthy had the means and influence not to be bothered by higher taxes and fees or to avoid them altogether. Not so much the middle classes, who lacked the clout of the virtue-signaling rich and the romance of the distant poor.

Go read the rest.  I think this is exactly right.

Ol’ Robbo has been seeing these tensions building up ever since Eddie Chiles ran his “What are you mad about today, Eddie?!” radio ads back in the Carter Years.  While I still think Ross Perot was a crackpot, I have immensely more respect for his anti-globalization positions now than I did back in ’88.  My reassessment of the Bushes pater filiusque has been….significant.  And now that the masks have been ripped off, it’s still somewhat surprising to me that heroes of my past life such as George Will and Peggy Noonan are now, essentially, dead to me.

(Yes, Ol’ Robbo sides with the Middle Class here.  Even though I’ve worked in the Swamp for many years now, while I’m in it, I’m still not of it.  And how do I manage to tap-dance through all the potential pitfalls of working cheek-by-jowl with so many Socialist Juicebox Wankers?  The recently-resurrected Dr. Boli provides the answer.)

A glass of wine with Vodka-Boy hanging out at the Puppy-Blender’s place.