Does Character Matter?
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When Is Character More Important Than Party?
I knew Trump was corrupt the moment he stood on the stairway of Trump Tower and announced his first BIG LIE that “Mexico will pay for the wall!” I knew right then and there that I would never vote for him.
What I didn’t realize and still don’t fully understand to this day, is that half the country either believed him, or thought he was an outrageously amusing one-man reality show, like a masked main event professional wrestler. They were instantly intrigued by the guy and would eventually vote for him and so began the Dystrumpian one-term el-presidency.
In the beginning, I saw Trump as a pariah on the Republican Party, but Trump’s emerging base saw him as an underdog scoundrel.
I already knew Trump was a buffoonish braggadocio, but his base saw him as a born entertainer.
Where I saw uninformed incompetence, they saw a “stable genius”.
Where I saw needless destructiveness, they saw the dismantling of the so-called “Deep State”.
Where I saw the refilling of a swamp of with amoral grifter opportunists, they saw the draining of a swamp stocked with lefty commie snowflakes.
Where I saw a man who didn’t care a whit about planet Earth, they saw a capitalist who would “drill, baby, drill” for maximum profit.
Where I saw a white-privileged racist, they saw a patriot.
Where I saw a quid-pro-quo-in-chief, they saw a master of “the art of the deal”.
Where I saw the abandonment of longtime loyal sovereign alliances, they saw Make America Great Again — viva unilateralism!
Where I saw shameless nepotism, they saw Dynasty 2.0 on the TV, sitting on the couch with popcorn.
Where I saw an unethical abuser of the Constitution’s emoluments clause, they saw a crafty businessman.
Where I saw breaking the rule of law and norms with impunity, they saw chutzpah — catch me if you can!
Where I heard a lude, rude and crude ungentlemanly silver-spoon brat groping anything that moved, they heard “locker room talk”.
Where I saw a sleezy misogynist, they saw a ladies man.
Where I saw a narrow-minded homophobe, they saw a god-fearing, bible-thumping (upside down) white privileged Christian.
Where I saw a bully with the empathy of a rock, they saw a tough guy.
Where I heard a pathological liar, they heard “alternative facts”.
Unchecked: The Untold Story Behind Congress’s Botched Impeachments of Donald Trump by Rachael Bade
Confidence Man: The Making of Donald Trump and the Breaking of America by Maggie Haberman
Authoritarian Nightmare: Trump and His Followers by John W. Dean
Where I saw a cheater, they saw an anything-goes competitor.
Where I saw cowardice, they saw cleverness.
Where I saw an unprepared, non-reading TV-phile, they saw a gunslinger shooting from the hip (with the nuclear codes).
Where I saw a wannabe strongman looking weak-kneed standing next to Putin, they saw a master negotiator playing it cool with our most dangerous adversary.
Where I saw no-mask, anti-science ignorance, stubbornness and selfishness, they saw defiance at the alter of hoaxology — brothers and sisters, let us now pray!
Where I saw a flaming, self-promoting narcissist, they saw a leader.
Where I saw a secular opportunist who didn’t know or give a damn about the Bible, they saw The Chosen One, and
Where I saw the incitement of insurrection, they saw the beginning of a movement — everyone to get from street!
We’ll be sweeping up the broken glass from January 6 for a long time.
Where I saw Trump leave Pence for dead, they saw The Chosen One just messing with his #2.
Ah well, it just goes to show that,
We hear what we want to hear, and we see what we want to see.
But apparently, a solid majority of Americans saw what I saw, and heard what I heard.
America has spoken.
Character does matter!!
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