By Michael Stutz

A wind is rising. Despite many brash attempts to stop it, it’s prevailing. This coming storm is the movement gathering behind Donald J. Trump.

Despite what the media say, a lot of us are overjoyed to see it coming. It’s one of those things you might catch once in a generation – if you’re lucky. It’s like the ’60s in reverse: This time, it’s the protesters who are the dark, dumb force against freedom, working in collusion with the mainstream media. But their criminal antics and hate-filled propaganda aren’t enough to stop this storm. Almost overnight, “alt media” has become a thing. The word is getting out. People are waking up. There’s a feeling now that the establishment and its bulwark of power – be it in the White House or in secret corporate meetings or bylined in a link on any of a hundred mainstream sites – is irrelevant and pointless and is finally falling under the Babelian weight of its towering lies.

Even his worst critics have to admit that Trump has all the momentum. The zeitgeist is with him. He represents Us – and our numbers are growing. Even writer Bret Easton Ellis is amazed right now in West Hollywood, knowing that he’s sitting at a table with secret Trumpsters. Isn’t he one himself? They’re not all admitting it today, but they’ll be gloating openly tomorrow – and taking back the nation in the coming year. A lot of walls are coming down.

And meanwhile another one is going up. The world might be a global village, but this land must remain a nation. If we are going to make America great again, our unprotected borders are going to be secured and defended – despite all the elites who want otherwise.

It’s been a long time since we had a leader with the temerity to pull something like this off. Pope St. Leo IV is one of them: He built walls to protect Rome from the Saracens – the barbarian Muslim invaders who came to pillage, rape and conquer. Did the Muslims for it? They built it! The holy pope put captured Saracens on a chain gang to make the wall, which stands today.

Having the Mexican government pay for a law-upholding Trump Wall is fitting. Because what hasn’t been said by anyone yet is that it could mean the beginning of better days for the people on both sides of the wall. Mexico deserves its greatness, too. Nobody flees their nation because it’s good. Drugs ruin more lives than terrorists, and corrupt governments are more deadly than both combined.

Mexicans ought to know. They’re a great people who’ve lived under the misfortune of corruption for too long. Some of us remember the Cristeros, true heroes and martyrs. When the socialist and Marxist president of Mexico, Plutarco Calles, came into power in the 1920s, he tried to exterminate Catholicism: All Church property and possessions were seized, their language and worship forbidden – clergy and faithful alike were hanged on telephone poles and executed by the thousands. But courageous Mexicans formed a crusade. Their lack of leadership or proper weaponry didn’t give them pause. Even the women fought; legions joining the Feminine Brigades of St. Joan of Arc.

They mostly died, but not in vain. We will always love the Cristeros. They are a tapestry of saints and martyrs. The last living survivor, Juan Daniel Macias Villegas, passed away in peace recently at the age of 103. Calles lives in infamy with names like Decius and Diocletian.

Trump himself might make a good Catholic – he would know, perhaps more than anyone, how to build cathedrals in the scale and augustness of the Middle Ages, fitting homes for the grandeur and the mystery of the Traditional Latin Mass. That would be epochal – no one has done that for centuries. And I wouldn’t write the idea off – it’s the unlikely challenges that smart, successful men are most attracted to.

Doing the right thing in face of mass adversity has its benefits. Just ask St. Joan of Arc and her Cristero children, currently reigning in heaven. I mean that in a way most people don’t fathom, simply because they haven’t been paying attention. You have to listen. Sometimes the big things come whispered quiet – like the gathering winds that presage the conquering storm.


Michael Stutz is the author of “Circuits of the Wind,” the story of the Net generation. Working as a novelist, correspondent and itinerant poet-photographer, his writing has appeared in many publications online and off, including the New York Times, Rolling Stone, The Age, The Daily Caller and Wired.

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