James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake is more coherent than Sarah Palin’s endorsement of Donald Trump yesterday in Iowa.

I made a valiant effort at listening to it. It was difficult. Palin’s voice was a high-pitched screech with the speed and fury of a gale behind it, a freestyle ramble of slights, real and imagined by the “Establishment” against the true conservativism. I wondered, at times, is this how fascism begins? Have we finally reached the point where Europe was eighty years ago? As Palin lashed out at those she believed had wronged the United States and the conservative vision, I had to wonder.

Others did, too.

nydn-trump-palinHere’s a round-up of links on Palin’s endorsement yesterday that share some of the same misgivings about the speech, about Palin and Trump’s ability to tap into the resentments many feel toward the elites, the government, the other.

It’s worth noting, as a backdrop, that while Palin was prepping for her trip to Iowa, her son Track was being arrested for a drunken, armed, and violent assault on his girlfriend. Rather than deal with issues closer to home, she fled to Iowa to screech an endorsement of Donald Trump.

A part of me wants to believe that we have, at last, with this endorsement by Palin, reached Peak Trump. His speech at Liberty University, where he’s taken mockery from Christians for referring to 2 Corinthians as “Two Corinthians” rather than “Second Corinthians” (which, though I don’t see the issue, apparently shows that he’s not an authentic Christian, so I’m told). Now, bringing a political has-been into his campaign and giving her a platform. The bloom is off the rose, my heart wants to say. Trump has maxed out. He can go no further.

But, Trump will undoubtedly surprise me. Us. All of us. He always does.

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