Dinesh D’Souza, everyone’s favorite conservative firebland, is back with the trailer to Hillary’s America, the sort-of sequel to 2016: Obama’s America, the second-highest-grossing political documentary ever. Unbowed by some legal troubles, D’Souza is up to his old tricks again in this new trailer for Hillary’s America: namely, dog-whistle politics (you may remember the Middle Eastern music soundtrack over black people fighting over a Monopoly game during the Obama’s America trailer), filming black people shouting, and depicting himself as a kindly professor who looks like he just smelled a fart.
And that fart? DEMOCRATS. Like some kind of terminally uncharismatic Tom Hanks in The Da Vinci Code (or is it Nic Cage in National Treasure?), D’Souza claims to have done the research and discovered “the soul of the Democratic Party.”
At that point, the trailer immediately cuts to a slave being whipped, which should give a clue as to his thesis. Subtlety is not one his virtues. The Democratic Party is founded on support for slavery! While Lincoln was a Republican! Which is brilliant, as it’s true enough, it just conveniently ignores the Southern Strategy of playing on racial fears to bring Southern Democrats to the GOP that’s been happening since Nixon. And was employed to great effect again, albeit in code-word form (“welfare queens,” etc.) by D’Souza’s old boss, Ronald Reagan. And now, with Donald Trump dividing the party using “bigger walls” and “no Muslims allowed” rhetoric (using the Southern Strategy as a pure demagogue rather than a mouthpiece for corporate interests, no wonder they hate him!), D’Souza is going to go back in time to show us who the real racists are, today.
Which is especially rich considering the source:
With support from a charismatic professor, Jeffrey Hart, who was a senior editor at William F. Buckley Jr.’s The National Review, the group founded The Dartmouth Review, with the aim of challenging in the most offensive ways possible what they saw as liberal campus claptrap. Under D’Souza’s editorship, the paper published a “lighthearted interview” with a former member of the Ku Klux Klan, accompanied by a staged photo of a black man hanging from a tree; an article about affirmative action entitled “Dis Sho’ Ain’t No Jive, Bro,” written in Ebonics; and the names of members of the Gay Student Alliance.
Nice. Nonetheless, D’Souza has extra street cred this time around on account of he just got out of “prison.” Or so the movie would have us believe. The pound-me-in-the-ass federal pen where Dinesh D’Souza spent eight months getting born again hard after he pleaded guilty to campaign finance violations? A “community confinement center” in National City outside of San Diego, where he wasn’t even required to stay during the day.
The rest of his evening would look something like this: He would check in to the confinement center at 7:57 P.M., three minutes before his 8 P.M. curfew. Certain that the Obama administration is waiting for him to slip up, he wouldn’t risk being late, which is why he eats near the facility and not at his home, 20 miles away in La Jolla, where he is free to spend the day (though he may not leave the confines of San Diego County).