I’m not a big fan, either.
I don’t follow New York real estate deals and reality TV shows are stupid. I voted for Gary Johnson in 2016 because he knew more about Aleppo than either the Donald or Queen Hillary. (Maybe if I had been in a “battleground state.” Hmmm, let me check … nope. My one vote wouldn’t have made a difference in any of those places either.)
Still, I enjoyed the election a great deal. It was great to see all the elite pollsters, journalists, and pundits being proven absolutely, unequivocally wrong. (Of course, that hasn’t kept them from loudly equivocating about it since.) It was hilarious to see all the smug leftists realize that their little made-up world was falling apart. From a historical perspective, this was the most amazing election since Tilden beat Hayes; and had about as much bearing on my life.
I’ve been voting since 1976. A lot has happened to me in that time. I’ve graduated from college, gotten married, started a career, had kids (in that order), retired, went back to college, had a grandson, and started a new career. Things pretty much got better every year. During that time I have been a subject of the regimes of Presidents Stumblebum, Jimmah, Ronnie Raygun, Mr. Read-My-Lips, Bubba, Dubya, and BO. None of them had any direct effect on my life. (Though I was in the Army when the goober farmer decided to have his little Mideast adventure. That did wonders for morale.) The principal at my kids’ school was more important than whatever yahoo was in the Oval Office. Still, I dutifully voted in every presidential election, usually for whatever nutcase loser the Libertarian Party put on the ballot.
Of course, the Big Orange is racist, being that the definition of racist is now “not a Democrat.” He’s crazy, very obviously suffering from the debilitating mental illness of “being a Republican,” diagnosed from a super-secret axis of the DSM by highly ethical psychiatrists. He is certainly homophobic, being the most pro-Gay presidential candidate ever. And he’s sexist, having hired no women a lot of women into important positions.
He also appears to be a bully, a coward, a narcissist and a sleazebag. However, unlike other presidential sleazebags I could mention, he has apparently not had any of his affaires d’amour while in office, paid off his inamoratas quietly, and didn’t use his wife and other surrogates to hound his victims. Being a narcissist is pretty much a requirement for a presidential run. Barry O. never bullied anyone, though.
He also seems to genuinely like the American people, unlike some Democrats. Could you imagine The Great Obama picking up the cover for or offering an umbrella to any of his Marine furniture? He’s definitely no Nazi; As Jonah Goldberg points out, Hitler would have been able to eliminate Obamacare. As to collusion with the Russians, I would think that a dozen of the smartest lawyers in the country would have come up with something by now. (There’s an old joke that a prosecutor can indict a ham sandwich. Frankly, I think the Trump campaign couldn’t collude with a ham sandwich to have lunch.)
All this still has no bearing on my life. If Chief Warren or some other leftist scold wins in 2020, I’ll be fine. If a couple of hundred thousand voters in the Midwest decide they don’t want to be ruled by a condescending bully, I’ll be fine with that too. Either way, I’ll be on the sidelines, pointing and laughing.Published in