I had a column all planned out on Donald Trump as America’s Id, the place in the psyche where Freud put primal, repressed and pre-rational drives. He saw these drives as essential but dangerous, in need of constant control by the Ego and Superego, so that they can be harnessed and used — not simply permitted to explode. But Maggie Gallagher beat me to the idea, in National Review. As she wrote:

People are restless and hungry for a champion able and willing to fight. … We have no real clue what Trump would do as president, but we are sure he would do it loudly and aggressively, and in a rapidly changing world, having a big, strong alpha billionaire on your side seems to have a certain appeal.

He is our id, he doesn’t play by the rules, he gives out Lindsey Graham’s personal cell-phone number, he beats the media over the head and calls his fellow Republicans “losers.” He’s politically incorrect on steroids, and he’s not going to apologize for any of it, ever.

Gallagher is right. The statements and antics that attract Americans to Trump are not far removed from the shtick which made Howard Stern famous. They’re the vandalism committed by angry schoolboys against uptight and arbitrary teachers. They’re the keg that a frat boy throws through the window of Mothers Against Drunk Driving.

The left has adopted such an aggressively moralistic, schoolmarmish attitude toward ordinary Americans, and is attacking so many longtime icons of normalcy and normality at once, that our heads are spinning. The blitzkrieg victory of same-sex marriage marks a radical change of mores, which was enforced by judicial fiat. This new mode of marriage, which four years ago Barack Obama felt constrained to pretend to oppose, is now so culturally powerful that dissident Christian bakers are being sued into bankruptcy, and orthodox Christian churches fear for their tax exemptions. This cultural revolution occurred in less than five years. Now the New York Times is running op-eds promoting polygamy. Ordinary people rub their eyes and ask what’s happening. Who will stop or even slow the relentless pace of change?

Maybe a fearless tough guy, like Citizen Trump.

At a time where political correctness is galloping so quickly that few of us can catch up, Donald Trump tells it like he sees it — and he is willing to take the consequences. If America seems like it’s turning into a rigidly policed remedial class in victimological etiquette, Trump is the boy with a cowlick who sits in the back and hits the teacher with well-aimed spitballs. When she sends him to stand in the corner, he stays there, grinning. And his classmates love him for it.

Most of us are glad not to have to see the Confederate flag on public display. But we don’t favor sanitizing all of American history — as seems to be the far-left’s agenda. The Democratic party of Connecticut has stripped its annual dinner of the names of Presidents Jefferson and Jackson, because their racial mores don’t meet our modern standards. Is Mt. Rushmore next? Jefferson’s up there too, along with Washington — both slave-owners. Will we have to rename our nation’s capital something like “Diversityland”?

President Trump wouldn’t stand for that.

Where will it end? Where does the left intend to draw a line in its continuing revolution, its shrill and sanctimonious attack on American history, mores, and values? The answer is — apparently nowhere. Progressives will do as much as they can get away with, and conservatives haven’t been effective at answering them. So what do ordinary, unsettled people do? They look for a demagogue who is equally unanchored, who seems as reckless and forceful in the opposite direction.

Donald Trump will fight for us. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

The issue of immigration, the hill he has chosen to die on, is not really the point of his candidacy or the reason that he is popular. Four years ago, Trump favored comprehensive immigration reform with a path to citizenship, and drubbed Mitt Romney as “maniacal” for opposing it. There are other candidates in the race with far more consistent track records of opposing mass immigration — men who didn’t give millions of dollars to Hillary Clinton’s foundation.

Trump’s people aren’t interested in them. They don’t want rational arguments, and they don’t really care what happens, at the border or anywhere else. Not really. They have decided that politics are pointless. Stealing from Animal House, they have concluded that “this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part. … And we’re just the guys to do it!”

Trump supporters aren’t thinking through how their man would serve as America’s chief executive and commander in chief. They are thinking about how much fun they will have in the next few months as he irritates liberal reporters and skewers the comparatively boring, sober candidates who have to face him in the debates. They’re enjoying the angry blowback they get when they Tweet Trump’s latest outrage. They are getting their frustrations out of their system, in much the way TV viewers did in the classic movie Network: by sticking their heads out the window and yelling, “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Conservatives had better figure out how to channel this inchoate rage toward something productive. Just shaking our heads and wagging our fingers isn’t working. We need a better plan.