Sometime during the night my brother-in-law Neil emailed me an anti-Trump article from the New York Times, a common occurrence these days. This one had a note saying it was "blogworthy," meaning the contents of the article were worth discussing in my blog. Skimming the article before hitting "delete," I decided instead that what was blogworthy is his constant attempt to convince me that I'm in the wrong for not hating Trump's guts. Like a gaggle of Jehovah's Witnesses at my front door telling me their God is the only God, Neil and others like him view each new day (and middle of the night) as a fresh opportunity to spread the hate as best they can. Why, I wonder.
Let me say for the record that I did not vote for Trump last time and won't next time, should he be free to run and not locked up for the sins of buffoonery, impetuous tweeting and an unconvincing comb over. I do not hate his guts, but instead feel sorry for them: They must be in constant turmoil, what with the whole world and the media spewing poisonous half-truths about him and his family every minute. (Hope he's got plenty of Pepto-Bismol on hand.)
Not a party person, I vote for the candidate who seems best for the job; last time I wrote in John Kasich. I've tried explaining this "concept" to Neil, which I like to call "Thinking for Myself," but he remains a loyal Democrat who daily prays at the altar of The New York Times, ignoring other news sources. I wonder if he read their Opinion piece in yesterday's edition praising porn star Stormy Daniels to the skies as a strong, independent woman willing to do battle with our horribly corrupt president. Apparently Stormy is the "new symbol of female heroism" for going public about her one-night stand with Trump, no matter that she has earned her living thus far by stripping naked in front of a camera and allowing filmed closeups of her vagina being entered by various penises attached to other porn stars.
Let me say for the record that I did not vote for Trump last time and won't next time, should he be free to run and not locked up for the sins of buffoonery, impetuous tweeting and an unconvincing comb over. I do not hate his guts, but instead feel sorry for them: They must be in constant turmoil, what with the whole world and the media spewing poisonous half-truths about him and his family every minute. (Hope he's got plenty of Pepto-Bismol on hand.)Not a party person, I vote for the candidate who seems best for the job; last time I wrote in John Kasich. I've tried explaining this "concept" to Neil, which I like to call "Thinking for Myself," but he remains a loyal Democrat who daily prays at the altar of The New York Times, ignoring other news sources. I wonder if he read their Opinion piece in yesterday's edition praising porn star Stormy Daniels to the skies as a strong, independent woman willing to do battle with our horribly corrupt president. Apparently Stormy is the "new symbol of female heroism" for going public about her one-night stand with Trump, no matter that she has earned her living thus far by stripping naked in front of a camera and allowing filmed closeups of her vagina being entered by various penises attached to other porn stars.
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