Perhaps, in this holiday season, the nation can reflect upon lessons learned and resolve never again to elect a community organizer to high office.  God knows there wasn't any excuse the first time round, let alone the second.

I believe that it was no less an authority than Thomas Sowell who warned us that community organizers never organize communities.  Lots of people do: explorers, settlers, pioneers, real estate developers, religious organizations, even surfers.  Instead, what community organizers are all about is disorganizing communities by organizing their grievances.

And that's all Barack Obama has done.

He's disorganized us by organizing black against white, rich against poor, city against country, gays and trans and what have you against Christians.  He's set citizens against immigrants, women against men, the formally educated against the practical, businessmen against workers, taxpayers against tax-takers.  He's organized them to sharpen their knives in the hope of revenging themselves for past slights, present slights, imaginary slights, unconscious and accidental slights, slights no one would notice without them being carefully explained.  It's all about a need that, it goes without saying, he and his were always happy to oblige.

What a way to run a family!

Obama has even gone overseas, spread his arms before a world that should get down on its knees and thank God for America, and apologized for it.  Confessed to all manner of unsuspected blemishes and encouraged tin-pot little dictatorships and brutal theocracies to look down their noses at the land of Washington, Lincoln, and the Statue of Liberty.  He's encouraged them to catalogue their own lists of grievances against Lady Liberty.

This is the reason Trump won.  Because while Hillary offered more of the same divisiveness and negativity – indeed, intended to celebrate her election as the new leader of the grumblers, with three million dollars of fireworks fired off in the North River on election night, Trump's message was that all Americans (well, almost all) are amazing.  Blacks, whites, Hispanics, Evangelicals, women, coal miners and the military, carpenters and the Little Sisters of the Poor.  Amazingly smart, big-hearted, and caring.  So he told the nation, let's all get together, put the victim nonsense aside, do some smart things, yuuuge things, fun things, get our jobs back, get rich together, become bigger together, happier, greater together, just as Providence and the Founding Fathers intended us to be.

And the nation nodded.

It's all in much the same manner as when, in Atlas Shrugged, Hank Rearden nodded after he met Ragnar Danneskjold and the pirate explained to Reardon why they never had to take creatures who loot the human soul seriously.  It's okay to ignore them, to laugh and build and love.

In today's America, I would add, it's okay to wish each other a merry Christmas again.

So merry Christmas to all.

Richard F. Miniter is the author of The Things I Want Most, Random House, BDD.  See it here.  He lives and writes in the colonial-era hamlet of Stone Ridge, New York; blogs here; and can also be reached at miniterhome@gmail.com.