Trump Supporters Versus Reason


I did not write this post. A friend of mine emailed it to me. He didn’t write it either, but he thought it might resonate with me. It did, so I thought I’d share it.

It’s an open letter to Trump supporters signed by someone named “Craig T.” I have no idea who that is. But here is what he wrote:

Hey Trump supporters! Let’s get real for a minute.

You think I take pleasure in watching the Trump Presidency crumble in slow motion right before our eyes.

I don’t take any pleasure in it.

You think I’m giddy about the prospect of Trump, Trump Jr., Manafort, Flynn, Kushner, and the whole Trump Cartel facing criminal indictment.

I’m not giddy. 

I’m extremely disappointed in you.

This is a stain on America. An indictment of ALL of us.

You see, I tried to warn you that your Pavlovian hatred of Hillary and your utter disgust at the very idea of a black man sitting in the Oval Office for eight years was detrimental to all of us.

But you kept lying about emails and birth certificates until you convinced yourself that the lies were true.

And then when a dirtbag charlatan con artist stood before you, every word spewing from his mouth a demonstrable lie, you overlooked it.

You embraced the lies because he promised you that he would hurt the people that you hate.

And the only thing that really got hurt was the reputation of the nation that I love.

Your intense, paralyzing hatred has impaired your judgement and endangered the nation. Yet you still defend him.

Can’t you see what you’ve become? Can’t you see what you’ve done?

You’re demanding an end to an investigation that you claim is fake. If it’s fake, then it seems like you’d want it to continue to clear him of all charges. 

The only reason why you could possibly want it to end, is because you’re afraid of what it will reveal.

You tried to screw liberals and in the process, you screwed the entire nation. You’re like a political suicide bomber, detonating your device in the public square, not caring that you will kill yourself too.

But hey, as long as you hurt the people you hate, right?

Do you realize how insane your philosophy is? Do you understand how utterly detached from humanity you must be to do what you’re doing?

Think about it. Seriously! Think about this. You have taken the word of a former KGB agent and dictator of Russia over the words of your own intelligence agencies, the very people who have taken an oath to defend you against people like Putin.

Can’t you see how utterly treasonous that is?

What has the conservative machine done to you over the last 30 years that overnight, your enemies have become your allies and your allies, your enemies?

We warned you long before now that Trump was going down. And it appears that your hatred is going to lead you to go down with him, taking America’s reputation in the world with you.

But hey, at least you hurt a lot of people that you hate in the process, right?

Thank You Vladimir

I can’t believe this happened. I think we have entered the Twilight Zone.

Donald Trump thanked Russian President Vladimir Putin today for expelling American diplomats from the Russian embassy on the grounds that “we’re going to save a lot of money.”

“I want to thank him because we’re trying to cut down our payroll, and as far as I’m concerned I’m very thankful that he let go of a large number of people because now we have a smaller payroll,” Trump told reporters at his golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey.

“There’s no real reason for them to go back,” he added. “I greatly appreciate the fact that we’ve been able to cut our payroll of the United States. We’re going to save a lot of money.”

This is just too bizarre to comprehend. Trump has apparently vested to his BFF Vladimir Putin the responsibility to set staffing levels for the United States Department of State.

And where the hell is Secretary of State Rex Tillerson? His silence is deafening.

Well, I guess this proves who’s actually calling the shots in America these days. Yep, you got him, Vladimir.

Sad.

“We Will Bury You”

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When I was but a wee lad there was a huge cloud hanging over our country and it was scary. The “cloud” was this big, bad, bear on the other side of the globe called the Soviet Union.

People were freaking out. They were building fallout shelters in their backyards in preparation for the coming nuclear holocaust. In school we were doing weekly “duck and cover” air raid drills, as if crawling under a school desk with our hands covering our heads would protect us from an atomic bomb blast.

I distinctly remember two incidents that really scared me. One was when, in November 1956, the premier of the Soviet Union, Nikita Khrushchev, uttered the words heard round the world, “We will bury you.”

When I asked my parents what that meant, they said that Russia wanted to destroy the United States and our democracy. Scary stuff, huh?

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But then, in October of 1960, I saw something really frightening on the news. At a meeting of the United Nations in New York, that same Nikita Khrushchev was banging one of his shoes on the table in protest of something one of the other delegates said. Here was the same foreign leader who had threatened to bury my country acting like a mad man at a meeting of the United Nations. Yikes.

I’m not even going to talk about the Cuban Missile Crisis that had the world at the brink of war just two years later. Nope, I’m not going to mention it.

But the good news is that a few decades later the Cold War had ended, the Soviet Union no longer existed, and global peace enveloped the world. Ha! Just kidding.

But relations between the United States and the Russian Federation were, if not cordial, at least stable. No more worries about being buried or about nuclear war.

Until Donald J. Trump became President of the United States, that is. Now I feel a little like that wee lad who was worried about the future of our country and our civilization. Between Trump, Kim Jung Un, and Vladimir Putin, three contemporary mad men — and world leaders — on a scale that Khrushchev could never quite achieve, we may all soon end up being buried.


This post was written in response to today’s one-word daily prompt: bury.