Self-anointed elite talk only to those who think exactly like them. Their idea of wounded in action is a paper cut. Their idea of stress is a coffee stain on their silk tie before a staff meeting. Their idea of a weapon is a sharp retort. They can’t imagine why some people might be angry when the man they voted for – twice – has his house ransacked, his wife’s undies pawed through.

They remain blissfully ignorant of the firestorm they may have ignited. It’s not an academic seminar, idiots, it’s real life – which can get real messy real fast.

Kurt Schlichter: “We know what time it is. It’s Backlash O’clock, and it is time to party.”