The assault on the gates was redoubled. Against the Deeping Wall the hosts of Isengard roared like a sea.I understand those who dislike Trump. I understand the fear of what he might bring. I understand the pain and shock of losing an election you thought you had in the bag. But the dominant impression I have of the left these days is just one tossing, roaring sea of bellowing hate.
They hate us, and they are glad; for our doom seems certain to them. "The king, the king!" they cry. "We will take their king. Death to the Forgoil! Death to the Strawheads! Death to the robbers of the North!" Such names they have for us. Not in half a thousand years have they forgotten their grievance . . .
How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?
They use words and argument, but there is no reason in it. There is only rage. And in that rage they sometimes say things they don't mean. More frightening, they sometimes say things they actually do mean, but are normally too suave to disclose; the mask slips sometimes. Such unreasoning hate. Underneath all the noble words about caring for the disadvantaged, there is such unreasoning contempt for everything and everybody who stands in their way.