I haven’t written for a while, but I am just floored by the support The Donald has been receiving, the bizarre delusions about Marco Rubio, and the general anger, disgust, and horror felt by conservatives like me at the prospect of a Trump presidency.
First, Rubio lost this primary back in 2011 when he distanced himself from the TEA Party; he sealed the deal when he became Chuck Schumer’s pet republican on the Gang of Ocho debacle. He didn’t understand what he had done or what it meant, but we all did. I live in Florida, and I am certain that Rubio would never have won reelection to his Senate seat . . . let alone the presidential primary here. He cooked his own goose by being too malleable and too dishonest (a thing I warned about long before he joined Schumer’s amnesty train).
Rubio aside and off to the what not to do if you want to be president dungeons, I’m definitely, 100% #NeverTrump. I was in 2011-12, and I am now. He’s a person who, because of his progressive beliefs in the all-consuming power not only government but of the executive branch, will quickly either get himself impeached (with ROARS of approval from everyone from the most crazed Bernie supporter to the most adamant supporter of the United States Constitution) or who will bring this republic to its knees.
I believe that. With all that I am.
Trump is a self-serving, self-aggrandizing, self-promoting horror show. He’s also vulgar and repellent to me on an instinctual level.
When he had his “feud” with Rosie O’Donnell, another big-mouthed bully from New York, I thought I would be popping popcorn, but no, instead, I found them both so repellent and so deeply disgusting that I tuned it out after The Donald observed that O’Donnell had too much poop on her butt when she went to the bathroom. He was vile. She was vile. Both were so completely devoid of character or grace or common decency that I tuned them both out.
Fast forward to the last GOP debate: my sister has gathered her family, among them my ten-year-old niece and six-year-old nephew, to watch as a form of civic engagement. As soon as The Donald starts bragging about his penis size, my horrified and embarrassed sister rushed the children to bed amid questions about “what’s ‘down there,’ Mommy?”. Sorry, but my idea of president is not someone you have to treat as R-rated and whose speeches cannot be watched by your children, grandchildren, or nieces and nephews because you never know what obscenities this clown will unleash.
A potential American president who needs a seven-second delay? Seriously?
I’ve said repeatedly that I don’t “get” the Trump mania, and I really don’t. I get the anger and frustration that voters feel; I feel that myself. But how does putting a big government proponent who favors the health insurance mandate and loves the idea of private individuals and businesses using eminent domain, a person whose first impulse is to sue and to expand the rights of people to sue journalists, help America? How is that “making America great again”?
Let’s trample all over the 1st Amendment, says Trump, amid cheers from his adoring fans!
Hey, that whole 4th Amendment? I don’t know anything about it, but hey, if the government needs access at the expense of your Constitutional right to privacy, that’s that!
Um, the 2nd Amendment? Well, I love guns, and gun owners love me. But you know, if we confiscated the weapons of legal gun owners, well, hey! We’d know that only the bad guys and police had guns. Um. Or something.
Oh, and the Tenth Amendment? Naw, that’s just silly. I’m The Donald. I’ll just mandate stuff that supersedes states’ rights. Who cares? I know best! Look how successful Trump Water, Trump University, Trump Airlines, and a hundred other failed Trump enterprises were!
I create jobs! You know who I really love to hire? Illegals! They work cheap, sleep at the job, and don’t pester you for benefits. Americans don’t want to be waiters! So I bring in illegals to do it. Yay! I am a great, the greatest really, businessman ever. Ever.
Remember when Obama called the United States’ military “his” military and declared that they fight for him? Well, that’s nothing! According to The Donald, the military will do anything he orders, including following his unlawful orders should be become commander in chief. Oh, sure, he walked that back, but do you really believe he doesn’t imagine himself CEO of America . . . . and of her military? You’re excused for not seeing the CEO elements, you unwashed employee masses, because Trump actually refers to his potential presidency as his “reign.” Woohoo! He won’t be our “boss”; he’ll be our king. We love that autocratic totalitarian stuff in America, right?
And he keeps winning. Trump chumps don’t care about his past, his vulgarity, his vile bragging about buying and selling government officials (which he’s done for decades), or about his pride in being part of the “establishment.” They don’t care that he sees the United States military exactly as Obama does, as his own personal army.
Trump chumps want to blow up the Republican party And they may well do that. In the process, though, they will blow up our republic.
I will never vote Trump. I will write in my preferred candidate before I validate that walking horror show.