After 2016, it’s not wise to sell Trump short. From Michael J. Sullivan at theburningplatform.com
With the United States in the grip of the Great Depression in the late 1930’s, Seabiscuit became the idol of a nation, traipsing across the country in his private train, generating more newspaper coverage than Roosevelt, and attracting never-before-seen crowds at every track appearance.
Millions of people had no jobs, were unable to provide for their families and many were homeless. They felt worthless and felt that no one cared. Then came the story of the most unlikely winner, out of luck and discarded just like them, the ultimate underdog.
Seabiscuit was the perfect horse for his time. He didn’t look the part of a great racehorse. With his smallish stature, knobby knees, unusual neck, and slightly crooked forelegs, he looked more like a cow pony than a thoroughbred. But looks aren’t everything; his quality, an admirer once wrote, was mostly in his heart. He didn’t look like much at all.