Tonight two clients, a colleague and I had a fine dinner at the Ocean Club at Easton. We were very well taken care of by Tammy, our excellent waitress. After our main course was over, we decided to give her a test, so we asked her to tell us which four desserts we had decided to order from the eight-item dessert menu.
Tammy was not at all intimidated. She sized us up, thought for a moment, consulted her inner soothsayer, and correctly predicted Baked Alaska, chocolate peanut butter pie, chocolate cake, and warm butter cake. It was quite an impressive feat by Tammy the waitress, and after we left I realized I should have asked her to give us some lottery numbers while she was at it.
The desserts were really good, too.
The pundits will talk about what Trump’s victories in Florida, North Carolina, Illinois, and (apparently) Missouri mean, and his chances of reaching the magic number that will allow him to be the Republican nominee. I don’t think there’s much need for analysis on the former question, really. Marco Rubio put his finger on it in his graceful concession speech last night: there are a huge number of frustrated, angry, disaffected people out there who feel left behind, and Trump’s anti-establishment status and promises of a future where America gets “better deals” and “wins” again appeals to them. I think the strong perception that he is a candidate who will bring about change — whatever that change might be, precisely — has attracted people who see his candidacy as a reason to participate in the political process and vote for the first time in years. In primary after primary, these Trump voters are making their voices heard.
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