I know a lot of people in Michigan that are planning to vote for
Trump and they don't necessarily agree with him. They're not racist
or redneck, they're actually pretty decent people and so after
talking to a number of them I wanted to write this.

Donald Trump came to the Detroit Economic Club and stood there in
front of Ford Motor executives and said "if you close these
factories as you're planning to do in Detroit and build them in
Mexico, I'm going to put a 35% tariff on those cars when you send
them back and nobody's going to buy them." It was an amazing thing
to see. No politician, Republican or Democrat, had ever said
anything like that to these executives, and it was music to the ears
of people in Michigan and Ohio and Pennsylvania and Wisconsin — the
"Brexit" states.

You live here in Ohio, you know what I'm talking about. Whether
Trump means it or not, is kind of irrelevant because he's saying the
things to people who are hurting, and that's why every beaten-down,
nameless, forgotten working stiff who used to be part of what was
called the middle class loves Trump. He is the human Molotov
Cocktail that they've been waiting for; the human hand grande that
they can legally throw into the system that stole their lives from
them. And on November 8, although they lost their jobs, although
they've been foreclose on by the bank, next came the divorce and now
the wife and kids are gone, the car's been repoed, they haven't had
a real vacation in years, they're stuck with the shitty Obamacare
bronze plan where you can't even get a fucking percocet, they've
essentially lost everything they had except one thing - the one
thing that doesn't cost them a cent and is guaranteed to them by the
American constitution: the right to vote.

They might be penniless, they might be homeless, they might be
fucked over and fucked up it doesn't matter, because it's equalized
on that day - a millionaire has the same number of votes as the
person without a job: one. And there's more of the former middle
class than there are in the millionaire class. So on November 8 the
dispossessed will walk into the voting booth, be handed a ballot,
close the curtain, and take that lever or felt pen or touchscreen
and put a big fucking X in the box by the name of the man who has
threatened to upend and overturn the very system that has ruined
their lives: Donald J Trump.

They see that the elite who ruined their lives hate Trump. Corporate
America hates Trump. Wall Street hates Trump. The career politicians
hate Trump. The media hates Trump, after they loved him and created
him, and now hate. Thank you media: the enemy of my enemy is who I'm
voting for on November 8.

Yes, on November 8, you Joe Blow, Steve Blow, Bob Blow, Billy Blow,
all the Blows get to go and blow up the whole goddamn system because
it's your right. Trump's election is going to be the biggest fuck
you ever recorded in human history and it will feel good...for a
day. Maybe a week. Possibly a month. And then. Like the Brits, who
wanted to send a message, so they voted to leave Europe only to find
out that if you vote to leave Europe you, actually have to leave
Europe.

And now they regret it. All the Ohioans, Pennsylvanians,
Michiganders and Wisconsinites of Middle England, right, they all
voted to leave and now they regret it.

And over 4 million of them signed a petition to have a do-over, they
want another election, but It's not going to happen. Because you
used the ballot as an anger management tool. And now you're
fucked. And the rest of Europe. They're like, Bye Felicia.

So when the rightfully angry people of Ohio and Michigan and
Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin find out after a few months in office
that President Trump wasn't going to do a damn thing for them, it
will be too late to do anything about it.

But I get it. You wanted to send a message. You had righteous
anger. And justifiable anger. Well, message sent.

Goodnight America. You've just elected the last president of the
United States.

-Michael Moore in TrumpLand.