Last night’s election result was, to quote so many of the news outlets around the country, stunning. Trump, they argued, had no chance to win and stormed from out of nowhere to grab to grab an electoral map no one could have predicted and swipe the presidency by surprise.

That’s certainly one way to look at it.

Personally, and you guys my mom can toooottallly vouch for this, I’ve been pretty confident that the stunner that Trump dropped on the nation last night was was on pace for the last several months. After seeing the result of Great Britain voting to leave the European Union I became incredibly bullish on the same thing happening stateside. It seemed Trump had amassed a large array of followers based on what we were seeing at his large rallies, yuuuge television numbers, and record breaking primary votes. However, in person, you rarely met someone openly supporting Trump. You didn’t see lots of bumper stickers or signs or Facebook posts in favor of Trump. The polls showed him losing in many states, but perhaps those voters were simply adverse to discussing such a controversial candidate.

It turns out this is actually a thing. It’s even got a wikipedia page! It’s called the Shy Tory effect and, after the fallout of Brexit, was described as one of the major factors towards the missed polling leading to what seem like an upset. The dots started to connect in my mind, maybe we were seeing something similar here.

Now, you might be saying to yourself, why would those people be embarrassed to support a person running for the highest office of this country? Well, that’s certainly one question to ask. But, given that he’s the Presidenct and the fan base Trump proved that he amassed voted that into reality, I think the much more important question is… how did he get all those people to support him in the first place?

To many people, the answer to that question is xenophobia, or racism, or sexism (or perhaps even all of the above). I don’t want to get on my soapbox here, but I am going to go ahead and assume that 1/6 of our population aren’t Nazis. There is a possibility that I’m wrong, but that doesn’t seem incredibly likely. At least not in the instance. I’m certainly wrong my fair share of the time, although, unlike in jiu-jitsu, it doesn’t lead to having my arm ripped off. So that’s a plus. Anyways, if that’s your opinion, I’d urge you to keep reading to consider another viewpoint but if you’re too turned off by the following statement to continue you should probably Alt F4 your way out of here right now.

So why would anyone like Trump? Actually, this is really convenient, I like Trump. Like most others, I wasn’t incredibly vocal about it (depending upon who you ask), but I was there, and I was a fan.

And, like most Americans (I assume anyway at least), I had a reason for it. Trump’s campaign one of the finest I’ve ever seen. It might have been too brash for some, it might be the embodiment of evil to others, and to others still it might simply have been a reason to shitpost on 4chan, but I don’t think anyone can argue that it wasn’t a masterful campaign. It took someone with no experience in politics who was not a major part of a political candidate and eventually made him the President of the United States of America. That’s a pretty fucking good system.

You might also argue that the whole thing was luck and that he just stumbled his way into the White House. Either this happens much more frequently than we’d think or this is the one time in the history of the election that someone chanced their way in. Personally, I’m going to assume that, like all of the modern elected Presidents before him (Barack Obama’s 2008 run is still the best I think I’ll ever see), he ran a great campaign.

And that, at least initially, is what got me leaning pro Trump. At the time of the first round of primary debates, starring Scott Walker and Ben Carson, I was reading the book War by Robert Greene. And as I made my way through the book, the headlines I saw were like the pages jumping to life. It seemed like Trump was reading along with me as he implemented things I was seeing drawn out on paper.

It seemed that this joke candidate probably knew a thing or two. Either that or he used his piles of money to buy him a great coach. Or he lucked his way into it, which, again, seems unlikely. I’m going to go with Scott Adams on this one and say there’s probably something more than sheer chance here.

In life, I believe, you always have a choice. The outcome might not be good for you in one of your decisions, but you always have a choice.  There are certainly some grim, Black Mirror type scenarios where that’s truly taken away from you, but, for the most part, it’s true. And I believe that when something happens to you in your life, good or bad, you can choose to either complain about it, celebrate it, or learn from it. Very rarely do I choose complaining about it, but when I do I at least try to work in the learning part. And that’s what I’d advise all of us to do here, let’s learn something. Let’s take a look under the hood of the last few months and try to figure out what made it hum. Let’s take something from this and use it as a lesson that can benefit us.

I’m going to be going through chapters of the book War through this post and illustrate how Trump managed to turn a joke into a very serious statement. And, soon, we’ll talk about the very first lesson in the book and, coincidentally, where it all started for Trump: declare war on your enemies.

It should, at least if I have anything to write about it, be an informative look into what lead to the one of the most “stunning” events of our lifetime. And, hell, maybe it won’t seem so stunning once we’re done.