Don’t Cry for Me Hillary Clinton

The truth is, I just don’t like you.

According to conventional wisdom, I should vote for Hillary Clinton because she will fight for my rights as a woman.  She will insure that my daughters and I have access to free birth control, abortions on demand, and that we’ll soon be able to sue our employers because we don’t earn as much as men. USA ELECTIONS HILLARY CLINTON

Thanks, but no thanks, Hillary. Neither I nor my daughters need you in our corner “fighting” for our rights.  That would suggest that we’re victims.  If it’s all the same to you (which obviously it isn’t) we’d prefer that you not brand us as the hapless, helpless casualties of white male dominance and supremacy.

Because we’re not.

In fact, when I look back on my mother’s life, I’m pretty sure that she would laugh at the notion that someone like Hillary Clinton has her back.  No one needed to have my mother’s back—she forged her own destiny during her short time on Earth.  In today’s vernacular, she would have told Hillary Clinton to suck it.  She didn’t need a Hillary Clinton to tell her in 1951 that she could go to college, she didn’t need a Hillary Clinton to tell her in 1959 that she could have both a family and a career, and she would have been horrified by Hillary Clinton’s decades-old obsession with providing abortions, especially under the guise of “women’s healthcare”.

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But those in Hillary’s world want you to believe that without her, we would all be living in a 1950’s television sitcom nightmare where we had to ask a man’s permission to do what we all take for granted today.  Hillary Clinton had absolutely nothing to do with the evolution of women’s rights—she was born in 1947.

Hillary Clinton’s attempt to feed all of us this misguided vision of herself as the great Mother of us all, the one who will deliver us from ourselves and make us better, stronger, faster, and richer is hardly born out of her instincts as a mother as she would like all of us to think.  She (like her opponent) recites a litany of meaningless platitudes that she thinks will win her the election.  But much of everything that Hillary Clinton says is worthless because (unlike her opponent), she has lied so many times about so many things that she has lost credibility.  It isn’t hard to uncover her lies—that is, if you’re being honest with yourself and you’re paying attention.

Granted, her opponent in this race is no boy scout himself; however, I’ll take my chances with him rather than risk America’s future on a woman whose campaign is built upon a teetering and not-so-brilliantly assembled house of cards.

If you’re at all on the fence about this come November, ask yourselves this:  If not Trump, then the presidency should go to the woman who funded her campaign with “donations” to her foundation (read: money laundering organization) from countries that sponsor terrorism and practice misogyny and basic human rights violations? The same woman whose obsession with keeping Planned Parenthood up and running and killing unborn babies exists under the false pretext of protecting women’s access to healthcare? The same woman who allowed four Americans to die needlessly in Benghazi even after Ambassador Christopher Stevens had repeatedly begged the State Department for more security?

I’ll take the lesser of the two evils, thank you. At least Trump committed his sins as a private citizen.

 

Okay. We get it.

It really shouldn’t come down to voting for the candidate we despise the least.

Every time the man walks up to a podium, I cringe, dreading what manner of vitriol he’s going to spew forth.  Usually, it’s something along the lines of what I used to hear fourth and fifth graders hollering at each other out on the playground.  I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t heard him playing the dozens during the debates, as in, “Cruz?  Cruz’s mama is so fat, she has to …”

I hope that neither he nor any of the worthless sycophants who are advising him read this—the man doesn’t need any more bad ideas.

Chris FarleyWe get it, Mr. Trump.  You’re an “outsider”.  You’re not a member of “the establishment”.  You don’t have to “pander” and “suck up” to anybody because you’re “rich”.  You want to make America “great” again.  You don’t have to be “politically correct” or “polite” because you’re a “maverick”.

You know, Donald, you’re right.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.  You’ve no one to answer to.

Whether you like him or not, though, it appears that Trump is about to cross the Rubicon into uncharted land—for him, at least.  And though he may be a skilled tactician in the boardroom, he is shaping up to be many things as the Republican frontrunner for the candidacy of President of the United States, and not all of those things are good.

TrumpvsDisabledReporterHe’s a bully.  He’s rude.  He bloviates.  He hates.  He calls people names.  He makes fun of others for attributes they possess over which they have no control.  Frankly, he’s an asshole.  Worst of all, he offers simple solutions to complex problems (“Just build a wall!”), which resonates with Americans who are fed up with the status quo but have no clue as to how dangerous a man like Trump can become.

I’ve avoided this comparison so far; however, as much as I hate to admit to myself, the man is beginning to remind me of a certain dictator who also offered simple solutions to complex problems.  I say, “beginning” because so far, Trump has not blamed the entire population of any one ethnic group for the nation’s ills; nor has he called for the expansion of American ‘lebensraum’.  Not yet, anyway.

I pray that the remaining stability of our Republic would be enough to stop him or anyone from committing all out genocide.

Mr. Trump, if you are planning on seeing this journey through to the end, it’s time to stop acting like a snot-nosed spoiled brat and start acting like a statesman.  It’s time to man up—you’re better than this.  Because in a race between you and Hillary Clinton, it really shouldn’t come down to voting for the candidate we despise the least.

Cut the crap.  You’ve made your point.  Now it’s time to be presidential.

 

 

 

Trumpe-L’oeil

Trump’s campaign is the ruse of the century

It’s always risky to make assumptions only to find out later that you were completely off base in your assessment, but the prospect of a Trump presidency is so bizarre, I’m just going to go ahead and say this:

Trump is not in it to win it.

Pundits will argue that he sure as hell is in it to win it and it looks like he will, dammit.  Others will say that his unorthodoxy is part of what makes him the brilliant tactician that he is; that by making outrageous and seemingly offensive statements he is breaking the mold of the consummate politician thereby owning this election.  Another segment of the population is so offended by him and his Hitler-esque ideology (their words, not mine) that they’re predicting we’ll soon be goose stepping our way through a totalitarian dictatorship.  Still some, like me, just think he’s crazy.

Like a fox.

Do you really think Trump wants to make America great again?  Or is it something else?  When a guy’s got his name on more buildings than Sam Walton, it can’t be the fame.  Power hungry?  I get that, but there are other ways to be powerful without having to hoodwink the electorate all the way into the White House.  I know, Ronald Reagan was an outlier, too but who are we kidding:   Trump is no Ronald Reagan.

This isn’t my first assessment of the ruse of the century. In early August, and after Trump had announced his candidacy, I posted this vignette on Facebook.

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At this point, I’m not sure that this is exactly his motive, but I do think he has some O’Henry trick up his sleeve, you know, the surprise ending.  Because come on, you threaten to boycott a debate because you don’t like Megyn Kelly?  Really, Donald, if you can’t get along with the host of a cable news show, how are you going to navigate Putin?  Whining that you’re not coming to the party if Megyn is there rather emasculates you, don’t you think?  At the very least you sound like a petulant child who is picking up his toys and going home.

Most unbecoming, Sir.

His behavior is not logical, which is why some in the political sphere, like Rush Limbaugh, believe this is all part of his strategy.  To me, though, it appears as if he is setting himself up to be so reviled that he’ll either step aside and let someone else occupy his spot, or he really is a DNC plant.

Regardless, I both cringe and shake my head every time the guy opens his mouth, wondering what manner of cartoon character rhetoric is going to come out.  Would I keel and wail and render my flesh if he manages to get elected?  No.  Furthermore, I don’t think that’s going to happen.  This guy is too smart to resort to acting like an asshat, and he’s wily enough to fool people into thinking that he is.

If that circular logic baffles you, then guess what?  You’ve been Trumped.