This morning there is a tsunami of realization about the similarities between the Brexit vote and the Trump candidacy. Frustrated citizens make for unpredictable votes. Scary.
Here's what strikes me about Cheeto Jesus jaunting off to Scotland when he should be tending to his campaign. The stupider he is, the smarter he turns out to be. He's totally dominating the political chatter this morning. He's all over the cable news, making impolitic announcements from a Scottish golf course. And, to the amazement of many, he picked the winner despite having no clue what he was talking about. Trump gets wall-to-wall coverage, Hillary is nowhere to be seen.
As I type this, the market is down less than 400. Not too bad. Hell, it was up 250 yesterday. The market has long been as crazy as Rosie O'Donnell on a Xanax overload.
Because I am a traditional establishment thinker, I was opposed to Brexit. But as I've thought about it more over the last few days, I completely understand the sentiment. All of the arguments against Brexit are economic. It is a contest of money against every other impulse of human nature. Brits are tired of the French telling them what to do. They're tired of having to bail out the Greeks. They don't know why the hell they formed a union with Bulgaria, Croatia and Latvia. They don't want open borders for refugees from Syria, Eritrea and Libya.
Brits want their shop, their village, their family, their Queen, and their lovely channel. They want cucumber sandwiches and tea. They've been battered economically during their visit to the EU, but they would accept a bit more battering as the cost of departure. Brits want freedom, independence and self-determination and are willing to pay the price to get it. They want their England back.