By Chris Uhlmann
The unthinkable has happened. The barbarian has stormed the citadel with his unfashionable army of old economy soldiers.
The unlikely leader of this blue collar revolution is a narcissistic, billionaire property mogul who moonlighted as a reality TV star before deciding to have a tilt at the White House.
But the punchline is now the headline: Donald Trump, president-elect of the United States of America.
Mr Trump’s victory was unimaginable to the squadrons of pundits who act as gatekeepers on acceptable discourse and he was routinely written off in the Republican primaries.
When he emerged to challenge Hillary Clinton in the run to the finish line, her defeat was never seriously contemplated.
The polls did not pick up the seething resentment in his disciples, who hate the mainstream media at least as much as they loathe the political class.
Mr Trump cut a lonely figure on the stage in the final days of his campaign, repudiated by Republican grandees like the Bush family.
But where he went, crowds came in their thousands, packing venues and spilling onto the streets outside.
Much of the commentary on his disciples was pejorative. They were the residue of a dying America: rough, racist, working-class white men.
Democrats turned their backs on the working class.
By contrast, Mrs Clinton was buttressed by the slick Democratic establishment surrounded by a dazzling array of right-on celebrities: Beyonce, Jay Z, JLo and the Boss.
In building a coalition from city-dwelling professionals and black and Latino voters, the Democrats seemed to have little use for the blue collar workers on which the party once rested.