I realize I haven’t written anything really political around here lately, and for good reason. It sends my stress levels though the roof and I’ve got six different doctors telling me to take it easy. On the other hand, they’re trying to get my blood pressure out of the toilet, so maybe this is a good thing.
Donald J. Trump is now our 45th president. To all the whiners and special snowflakes, allow me to offer some advice:
Shut. The fuck. Up. We, the silent majority, somehow managed to get through eight years of Barack Hussein Obama (Mmm Mmm Mmm), you will get through the next four (minimum) of President Trump. You know what? It feels really good to be able to say that. President Trump. He was not my first choice in the primary season. I voted for somebody else on Primary day. As Trump pulled a Secretariat and blew past the competition and I started looking into this hard-assed business man from NYC, I began to think, “You know what? Maybe this is the kick in the pants that the general public NEEDS so desperately right now.”
There are only two stipulations to become president of the United States. 1. You must be a natural-born citizen, and there are zero questions that Trump is. He was born in the Bronx to a first-generation German-American and a Scottish immigrant who became an US citizen on her 18th birthday. The second requirement states only that the office-holder must be 35 years of age or older*.
What does this mean? It means anyone who meets those two requirements can run for the highest office. It does not need to be a career politician, or a lawyer, or former ambassador. It does not need to be anyone with political experience. A farmer could run, or your local UPS guy, so long as they have the backing to launch a major political campaign. IMHO, I think a Joe Schmoe would do very well. Someone from the middle class who KNOWS what people want and need, rather than a person who’s been gazing down on us peons from their Ivory towers for most of their adult lives.
That’s why I trust the Donald to frankly, get shit done. He’s been there. He know’s what it’s like. Yeah, he may have grown up with money, but he knows what do to with it, and he’s not afraid to get down and dirty to get the job done. This country has taken some real wrong turns, and I’m surprised we haven’t landed at Albuquerque yet.** I firmly believe that he truly loves this country and is going to do what it takes to make it the reigning superpower, instead of the laughing-stock, on the world stage. Where others have led from behind, he will be leading the charge, in whatever form it takes.
So God bless President Trump, and God bless America.
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Snowflake Identification 101
A few weeks ago, a friend who describes himself as being fully in the Bernie encampment made the following statement, and I can’t say it any better than he himself could.
For exhibit A, I present the exact conversation as it took place on social media: Names and faces have been blocked to protect privacy. We shall call my snowflake opponent…The Bumble.
My opponent in Blue, myself in Red. I highlighted the parts of his statement in blue that I thought were critical.
So here I was, watching an adult male (from here known as “The Bumble”) asking a group of other adults their feelings on the first month of Trump’s administration. Do they feel that he is doing a good job thus far? Are we faring well as a country? What do you like and what don’t you? Is he effective?
In my response, in red, I gave my own, personal answer, and the reasons why I think Trump and his staff are completely able and effective for the rigors of the next four years, despite all the loudmouths in liberal government and the media. As you can see from the screenshots, my differing opinion was quickly shot down with “Your information is wrong on so many levels and points. I’m sorry you feel this way.” I gave him plenty of opportunity to refute with his own opinions and information, but he ignored the opportunity for an open discussion and instead took his toys to another playground, a typical play of snowflakes leftists.
The Bumble had no problem telling me I was wrong, but he could not defend himself against what I said, so he just unfriended me. Now he won’t see my abhorrent opinions encroaching on his newsfeed. He needn’t worry that I might jump out of the bushes wearing a ballgown in red, white, and blue trying to cram a “Make America Great Again” hat on his head.
One of the prime ways to identify a special snowflake: If they can’t get you to agree with them, they will do their best to humiliate you and shut you down. Commonly, this will be accompanied by accusations of racism, misogyny, classism, homophobia, xenophobia, and islamophobia, and, God forbid, being an old, white dude. At least our founding fathers get to be dead white dudes and don’t have to listen to this nonsense.
Vocal conservatives: keep your eyes peeled as to who might be unfriending you throughout the year. Might save you on stamps come Christmas.
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