Let's not kid ourselves. Trump has an absolute genius for shoving his proverbial foot down his proverbial esophagus. Especially at the beginning of his candidacy, he suffered from hoof-in-mouth disease. I married a very honest man who sometimes shoves his foot down his throat too, so I've got the inside scoop. Personally, I find it charming!
Conservatives loved it. Liberals feared it. But it was his honesty that captured and held my attention.
Politics aside, political yackety-yack-yack is mentally exhausting and frickin' boring! Americans just don't like it.
I've spent the last eight years trying to figure out the hell Obama was trying to say. He's a genius at blowing smoke up our asses with a lovely sounding litany of long words that don't mean a damn thing. Judging by how much he stutters without teleprompters, he must be just as confused by his rhetoric as I am! And, despite my iron-resolve to watch every moment of both the Republican and Democratic National Conventions, I found my brain switching off during Hillary's acceptance speech. It was vacuous and yet familiar. Then I realized: It was like listening to her husband talk. I'd heard it all before.
Enter Donald Trump. He spoke from his head and his heart. He physically disassembled his teleprompters when they pissed him off.
His honesty, right and wrong, gripped a nation starved for truth, nauseated by non-stop lies and Politically Correct bullshit.
After the election, I was in for a Hell of a shock. My online explosion of relief, joy and patriotism at the election of President Trump fomented a backlash of vituperation. Facebook friends and strangers alike informed me that I was full of hate. And not just hateful, but phobic!
Then, suddenly, I remembered a famous scene from the controversial 1947 movie, Gentlemen's Agreement. It stars Gregory Peck as a Gentile magazine writer assigned to write about anti-Semitism in post-WWII America. He struggles to find the right angle for the article. Then...it hits him! He'll let it leak out that he's actually Jewish and write about the anti-Semitism from personal experience. (And with my maiden name, I can't be anti-Semitic. I might have to hate myself! It's a joke.)
One of his first tastes of anti-Semitism comes at a nightclub as he and the gorgeous Celeste Holm sip cocktails and share life stories. A co-worker subtly betrays anti-Semitism towards Peck. Celeste is quick to call him on it.
"Don't get me wrong," he protests, "some of my best friends are..." [Jewish].
"I know, dear," Celeste interrupts, "and some of your other best friends are Methodists, but you never bother to say it." (See video below: 41:20-41:30)
Fascinating logic. But I'm gonna say it anyways.
I don't hate anybody, of any color, gender, nationality, race, religion, orientation, etc. ad nauseum. You name it, I don't hate it.
On Oct. 31st, I couldn't take it anymore. Before that day, I'd tried to remain neutral. Keep my mouth shut. Maintain a professional neutrality. Avoid the topic of politics.
But at some point, you say to yourself.
"Hell no! Not on my watch!"
I couldn't live with myself if I let my precious country slip away without speaking out. What is the point, I ask you, of living in America if you don't exercise your First Amendment Right of Free Speech? Why defend something you're too chicken-shit to use!?!
I knew what speaking out would mean. I've been through it before. Earlier this year, I spent hundreds of dollars to defend it. And now? If I spoke out I knew I'd lose readers and I have. I'd lose subscribers and I have. I'd lose Facebook friends. One hundred and fifty of them! Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Most painful of all, I'd lose customers.
But I value America and the freedoms we cherish over any money I could make from selling pyrography.
So on Halloween, I submitted my pro-women, anti-pedo, anti-rape article to my Huffington Post blog. That paragon of liberality refused to publish it. So I published it here instead.
But there are a lot more articles inside my head, just screaming to get out! Here are some titles of future articles just to whet the appetite:
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Thanks to all my Facebook friends and readers who stuck with me through Election Week! Now, I know who my true friends are!
The relief that the America of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln has been snatched out of the fire yet again brings a lump to my throat and fills my eyes with tears. It's hard to put it into words. So, I'll I leave you with three great videos. The first is a clip from Meet John Doe by that great patriot, Frank Capra, who was once Blacklisted by Hollywood. The words actor James Gleason speaks come straight from my heart too. "I'm a sucker for the Star Spangled Banner and I'm a sucker for this country. I like what we've got here." Start watching at 1:25:30 - 1:32:00.
In the next two videos, Ted Nugent and Judge Jeanine Pirro eloquently express what I've been feeling all week. (SPOILER ALERT: They both fight back tears. Now that, my friends, is love of country!)
I love America as the Founding Fathers designed her more than life itself. And she's worth working, fighting and sacrificing. Here's my take on the election, President Trump and America, "a shining city on a hill."