Trump at Lake Charles, Louisiana

Know where Lake Charles is? No? Fine. I'll tell you.

It's down there at the bottom of Louisiana halfway between Houston Texas and New Orleans, a little closer to Baton Rouge which is slightly north and even closer to Lafayette. The city of Lake Charles is on the edge of a lake named Lake Charles that connects to another lake that connects to another lake that connects to another lake. It's like Florida down there. Lakes all over the place where the land blends into the gulf.

You see all the people, the women with their big hair puffing out from under red hats like Cousin It on the Munsters, and the men all in plain dull monotone shirts, blue jeans, and trainers, that being the modern male uniform, these people are anti-fashion, they all shop at Walmart, and you see the arena is not all that large, the size to accommodate a football field, and you might think, "Oh man, this is going to be such a dud." 

And then Trump speaks and the whole place comes alive with noise and excitement and immediate responses. They had merely been behaving before this. Few people are sitting or standing quietly. They're all clapping and holding up signs and chanting. They're having a party. They came out for a good time. There is no alcohol. No food. Nevertheless the entire arena comes alive. It's much noisier than the rally last night in Minneapolis with moments of quiet with everyone spellbound, and that was one of the best rallies that I've ever seen. 

People are ready.

Freddy.

They are very open to their president speaking to them in plain blunt language. They roar when Trump takes liberties and swears. 

They actually love him. They accept him as their own. They accept him accepting them as his own.

I'm used to seeing people have fun with alcohol and food, with family and with church members. I'm not used to seeing this. And neither is the left who see it as ominous apparently forgetting their own unmeasured enthusiasm such that their school teachers had their classes sing songs. To a president!

But it is impossible for me to watch the #MinneapolisTrumpRally and fail to recognize the echoes of Nazi Germany.

F.O., silly person. What video have you seen of Hitler having his Nazi audience cracking up laughing? Or are you thinking of your own crackpots assembled outside to attack rally attendees? 

Oops. I seem to have digressed a little bit.

Along with all the bon mots, the crowd that becomes beautiful and alive without alcohol or hors d'oeuvres or loud music and dance, the jabs at corrupted media right there recording the rally, the geopolitical sweep, the anecdotes of high office, my favorite part is Trump inviting to the podium the winners of the Little League World Series from New Orleans. 

The team had traveled to Washington. Steve Scalise was part the organization. He had tweeted the team would be visiting Washington. Trump saw Scalise's tweet and invited the team to the White House. The team being from New Orleans and the rally being so close to their home, Trump invited the team to ride with him on Air Force One. So then, as part of the team's tour of Washington, they were also greeted by Trump in the White House and they also got to fly on the president's plane.

Is that awesome or what?

OMG. Kids, for some of you, this is the high point of your life. You peaked at age ten.

Duckduckgo [washington, winners little league world series]

And now they're invited to the stage at a rally where everyone is going nuts with excitement. 

The tallest boy is also the fastest pitcher. The speed of his fastball is impressive. When he's brought to the front and attention is focused on him, he is silent. He doesn't fold exactly, like many teenagers he merely feels uncomfortable speaking, he has nothing prepared to say to the crowd. While younger shorter boys are more vivacious onstage. They are altogether incredibly modest and well-behaved. 

Skip to near the end where Trump begins speaking.

The other political speakers do not compare. They could all shut up and nothing would be lost.