He’s
not even a Bush.
Margaret, I watched that jackass
in Cleveland and lost my voice.
I saw a Presidential nominee paint a
picture of an America I don’t know and have never known. I tried to respond but
I couldn’t find the words.
I watched his wife lie to a
reporter saying that she had written every word of her speech. When she
hadn’t, I watched the media say it wasn’t her fault. I tried to respond but
couldn’t find the words.
I listened the children who have
known only life’s riches praise a father who had made his riches by cheating
others. I tried to respond but I couldn’t find the words.
I watched an audience shout down
a Senator when he told them to vote their conscience. I tried to respond
but I couldn’t find the words.
I watched amazed as Trump got
more popular rather than less and truly I couldn’t find the words.
But last night, I watched a
battle-worn President who had been unjustly treated and unfairly maligned rise
above it all. I watched Barack Obama, my President, paint a different
picture, a beautiful picture of hope, kindness, forgiveness and humility.
And now I am going to respond
because I have indeed found my words. Screw you, Mr. Trump. You
better give your heart to Jesus because your butt is mine and I plan to kick
your ass from the bottom floor to the top floor of Trump Tower and then down
again. As I live and breathe, you will never be President.
Never.
I have always said that even when
I watch my P’s and Q’s, I can still spell bullshit.
Trump, however, is no joke.
He is the real deal when it comes to divisive politics. Trump has an ego the
size of my ass (and trust me when I tell you that is one yuuuuuuuuge
ass). Everything he does is for selfish reasons, fueled by greed and
motivated by power.
Salty language and a strong
opinion don’t bother me. Saying what’s on your mind is usually a good
thing. Usually. But what’s on Trump’s mind isn’t fit for human
consumption. It’s just hatred, fear and plain old racism.
He put together a carnival in
Cleveland to make the case that America has become a horrible place that no
longer has time for political correctness.
But I am here to tell you that
speaking your mind and being politically correct are not mutually exclusive.
Political correctness is having the emotional intelligence and decency
not to use language, evoke images or take actions that marginalize, offend or
otherwise insult people who are socially disadvantaged or discriminated
against. Kind of sounds like something Jesus would support if you ask me.
The America he described is not
the America I know. In fact, it’s not the America anyone knows.
The rest of us know an America of
hard-working, compassionate people who no longer have time to hate and who
don’t aspire to harass and humiliate their fellow countrymen.
The America we know wants to end
poverty, end war, educate our children and take care of our elderly.
We welcome diversity because we
are and always have been the world’s great melting pot. Our America has been
and always will be great. Trump sees America as some ugly girl just
waiting for him to take her to the prom. It’s bullshit and we all know
it.
Trump takes offense that
President Obama and Secretary Clinton don’t use the expression Extreme
Islamic Terrorist, suggesting, I guess, that all Islamic people are
terrorist but some are just more extreme.
Funny. Whenever another
old, white man blows up an abortion clinic, I don’t hear anyone calling him an
Extreme Christian Terrorist. Why?
Because you don’t attribute the
bad actions of a few Christians to the entire Christian faith any more than you
should attribute terrorism to the entire religion of Islam. You don’t, of
course, unless you are trying to stir up a bunch of ignorant mouth breathers
that have been drawn to the talk radio/Fox News/Sarah Palin/Michelle Bachman
brand of Republicanism that is today’s Republican base.
Trump’s America seems to be one
filled with roaming bands of brown gypsies raping and pillaging at will.
I guess the view from Trump Towers is somewhat skewed when you watch Fox News
and listen to talk radio all day. To him, there is evil in anyone who
doesn’t bow to his perceived greatness.
Trump is partly right. Evil
is indeed alive and well in America. It’s just not as widespread as
he would like to scare us into believing.
It seems to be alive and well in
about 4% of the population – roughly equal to the number of votes cast
for Trump during the primaries. Coincidence? I think
not. And funny enough, the worst of them all decided to travel to
Cleveland last week.
Donald. You sir are no
Reagan. You are no Kennedy. No Clinton. You are no Obama. You aren’t even
a Bush. You are a self-aggrandizing, hatred-spewing, lying sack of shit.
And yes, I realize that my name- calling is just as bad as yours. But I
am not running for President. You are. So be a man and act
like it. Sadly, I sincerely doubt you can.
The Republican Party, the party
that likes to think it has a monopoly on God, family values and patriotism,
owes America an enormous apology. Palin was bad enough, but Trump is inexcusable.
I mean it. Really.
FROM MARGARET:
Helen, you had better sit down
for this. I have news. It’s happened and we’ve both lived to see
it. After watching three nights of the Democratic convention, my Howard woke up
this morning and told me that he, a dyed in the wool Republican, will be voting
for Hillary Clinton in November.
Helen, dear, I have now seen it
all and I am planning to wear my Sunday best everyday because i could now drop
dead at any given moment. He’s with her. I couldn’t be happier.
You should be too. Have some pie. We’ve got this.
(PS from Helen – for those of you
who ask if you can copy my writings – just like when I bake a pie, it’s always
better when shared)
Margaret and Helen are the internet's
feistiest 80-somethings (best friends for 60 years and counting) weigh in on
the conventions,