Betting on a Trumpslide

A bigtime Vegas gambler is all in on Trumpslide 2020:

My friend drove a taxi in Vegas in those days. She asked every customer who got in the cab, “I’m taking a survey. There are no hidden cameras. No one will ever know what you said. Who are you voting for?” She kept a running score. Close to 100{4e01b0bc4ab012654d0c5016d8cbf558644ab2e53259aa2c40b66b3b20e8967d} of her cab customers told her “Trump.” This, of course, didn’t match anything we heard from the pollsters. My gut told me this amateur cab driver poll was more significant than all the pollsters combined.

Knowing all this, I made the biggest bet of my life on Trump. I got 6 to 1 odds. Hillary was given a 99{4e01b0bc4ab012654d0c5016d8cbf558644ab2e53259aa2c40b66b3b20e8967d} chance of winning only three days before the election. We all know how that turned out.

Guess what? It’s Groundhog Day. It’s happening all over again.

The same exact pollsters have Trump losing by double digits again. The media is gloating. Democrats are already measuring the curtains at the White House. What a mistake.

Trump is a real-life Rocky Balboa. Trump is screaming “Hit me, c’mon, hit me, I dare you.” He gets hit, but he never goes down. Trump has failed a hundred times in business. He’s lost his entire fortune. At one point he was worth negative $4 billion. And of course, we all know he was counted out a thousand times during the 2016 election campaign.

But just like Rocky Balboa, you can never count Trump out. He’s relentless. I like to give this priceless advice: No one has ever gotten rich betting against America, or Donald J. Trump.

It’s all happening again- except on steroids. The polls are crooked- again. And of course, if anyone thought it was dangerous to announce your support of Trump in 2016, that was a picnic compared to today. Today you can be beaten to death for wearing a Trump cap. Today you can be firebombed for putting a Trump sign on your lawn. Today you will lose your job for saying “All Lives Matter.”

Today the liberal mob is destroying George Washington and Abraham Lincoln statues. They’re setting fire to the Virgin Mary. They’re looting and burning police stations. Democrat Governors are preventing you from going to church. Democrat Mayors are painting taxpayer-funded streets with “Black Lives Matter.” Here’s the best one of all: Museum curators are being fired for buying art pieces from white artists.

Today you’re taking your job, career, business and life in your hands to admit anywhere, to anyone, you support Trump.

You still think those polls are accurate? You don’t see it coming? This is Groundhog Day. And Trump is Rocky Balboa.

Trump’s not just going to win. It’s going to be an electoral landslide.

I’m not a gambler, so I don’t advise betting on anything. I prefer strategic certainty before taking action; if I can’t arrange a Xanatos gambit where either “success” or “failure” are equally acceptable, I simply don’t play.

That being said, the odds right now are about as generous as they are likely to be before Trump exposes Creepy Joe in the debates. So, while I would not recommend betting the house, it’s probably a very good time to put down $10 or so for post-election bragging rights. Because the guy is right, the polls are not only broken, they are entirely irrelevant at this point.