Twice a week I write Narcissism Meets Normalcy, a blog devoted to all things about narcissism, narcissists and narcissistic abuse. So it came as a rude and horrible surprise to many of my readers when I publicly stated that I was pro-Trump, whom everyone recognized as potentially a narcissist.
Readers and Facebook friends left in droves screaming, "Lenora! How can you, of all people, vote for that, that, that narcissist, Trump!?"
It's very simple. This election wasn't about feelings. It was about Freedom.
C'mon, we were electing the CEO of the nation...not marrying the guy! I wasn't blind to his narcissism. In fact, I pointed it out in my article Two Perfectly Personality Disordered Candidates. I also called out Hillary Clinton as potentially a sociopath.
Yeah, that's right. They called me a bigot! And it pissed me off. But before I flew off the handle, I looked up the word, just to be sure I was getting mad for the right reasons. You see, I don't have much practice in being a bigot. It only happens every 4th year.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary…
ˈbiɡət/ noun A person who is intolerant towards those holding different opinions
Half a mo'! Now, what does tolerant mean?
ˈtäl(ə)rənt/ adjectiave showing willingness to allow the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with
Therefore, a bigot would be properly defined as “a person who is not wiling to allow others to hold different beliefs or opinions.” Something along those lines
But isn't that the very definition of a liberal? Yesterday, The Vulture printed an article quoting actor/musician, Michael Shannon, as saying, “There’s a lot of old people who need to realize they’ve had a nice life, and it’s time for them to move on because they’re the ones who go out and vote for these assholes...if you’re voting for Trump, it’s time for the urn.”
Excuse me, but who the Hell is the bigot!?! He's wishing me and you dead, folks. Our vote for Trump deserves the Death Penalty, according to Mr. Shannon. We need to start walkin' that Green Mile.
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."