I’m a committed #NeverTrumper but, more importantly, a servant of Christ who believes in treating my neighbor as I would myself. That principle applies especially to contentious times such these on the Center Right. Before I condemn anyone else, I have my own — sometimes laughable — presidential voting history to remind me that I have absolutely no cause to even think about chucking a single stone at anyone here on Ricochet for making a different decision this time around than I have.

I wasn’t old enough to vote for Ronald Reagan, so the 1988 race the first presidential election I voted in. I supported Pat Robertson in the primary. (I told you I had no cause to even touch that first stone, so just start laughing now. I’ll wait). I was fine with George H. W. Bush getting the nod and voted for him, thinking I’d get Ronald Reagan’s third term. I was wrong, but he wasn’t Michael Dukakis, though he was — and is — a stand-up guy with an impressive military record.

The 1992 election was easy because there wasn’t a credible primary challenger besides Pat Buchanan, and even young, dimwitted Publius knew that Buchanan was a terrible idea. I vote for George H. W. Bush and still remember that awful night in my apartment, watching the returns and learning that Bill Clinton had won. I was never even remotely tempted to vote for Ross Perot.