Anyone who visits this site or follows me on Twitter knows I’m passionate about politics and, in particular, passionate in my absolute disgust with Donald Trump’s presidential campaign.
I write about it and write about it and write about it some more, to the point where some friends and relatives have said, “You know, Trump supporters buy books, too.”
My two responses:
• 1. I’m not entirely sure they do.
• 2. So?
Let’s focus on the second. So? Yes, I know Trump’s supporters buy books. And I know, by thrashing Trump’s presidential bid, I’m probably losing future sales. But I just can’t help myself. I have this space, and I have this platform, and it’s not in me to be a guy who simply concerns himself with commerce. I’m not that person. Which isn’t to say there’s anything wrong with folks who are that person. But it’s not me, and probably never will be. The idea of President Donald Trump terrifies me, as it should terrify you. Books, schmooks—this is far more important.
And since we’re on the subject, if you are backing Donald Trump—please stop and take a look around. Listen to the language he’s using. The scapegoating. The xenophobia. The crudeness. The mocking. This is not who we are as a country; certainly not who we should be. America doesn’t need to be “great again”—America is great right now. Truly, it’s a magnificent land of opportunity, and while there are always enormous problems, this is not the man to solve them.
Also, how about digging into Donald Trump’s history? I know … I know—”he’s a deal maker who gets things done.” OK, sure. But he’s also a con who lied under oath (the NFL never offered him a franchise), slabbed his name on a bullshit “college” and—nationalistic blatherings be damned—has routinely bypassed American workers for cheaper labor.
Ugh, here I go again.
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