I donâ€™t like Donald Trump on the First Amendment, donâ€™t trust him on the Second, and positively loathe him on eminent domain. I covered that here at Takiâ€™s in October 2012, when I was also still pissed at Trump for firing Adam Carolla on The Apprentice.
Trump says creepy crap about his daughter.
Heâ€™s vowed to bring manufacturing back to America just as corrupt, collectivist labor unions were finally in hospice; I grew up in a steel town, in the â€™70sâ€”I dread spending whatâ€™s left of my life hearing â€œTake This Job and Shove Itâ€ on an endless loop once millions of Americans suddenly remember why they hated that type of work in the first place. (With the added â€œbonusâ€ of having to pay more forâ€”or go withoutâ€”all the stuff they used to buy so cheaply at Costco and Walmart, presuming they stay in business.)
Iâ€™m afraid heâ€™ll turn the Map Room into the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles.
But if Donald Trump wins the presidency in November, I will literally fall to my knees and weep with relief.
Iâ€™m not proud of that. I hate feeling propelled, rather like a cat in heat, by a toxic cocktail of shallow novelty-seeking and primitive tribalism. As a conscientious, civic-minded reason to cheer a presidential wannabe, â€œHe annoys all the right peopleâ€ ranks somewhere between â€œItâ€™s just time for a changeâ€ and â€œThisâ€™ll teach the bastards a lesson.â€ I know.
But 15 years after September 11â€”and however long itâ€™s been since O.J., and since â€œglobal warmingâ€ became a â€œthingâ€â€”I just canâ€™t cope. And drinkingâ€™s not an option.
I thought we were going to nuke Afghanistan, not build schools for inbred pedophiles with no written languageâ€”or worse, let them and their ilk into the country. I agree with Derb that â€œthe most amazing, astounding, astonishing statistic of the 21st century is that the annual rate of Muslim immigration into the U.S.A. increased after 9/11.â€
Meanwhile, millions of low-IQ Mexicans stream across your southern border, bringing their well-documented attitudes about rape, animal cruelty, drunk driving, and litter. (Can you people really not mow your own lawns or build your own decks? A serious question for another timeâ€¦)
Now, switching from grapes to cotton: I figured that after Americans got electing their first black president out of their systems, theyâ€™d return to their sensesâ€”not hand the fool a second term.
The political correctness my anarchist pals and I wrote off in the late â€™80s as an irritating passing fad on a par with Cabbage Patch Dolls has become, along with certain varieties of mental illness, enshrined in public policy and entrenched in quotidian intercourse.
Itâ€™s 1968 with (even) crappier music. I want it over.
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Apparently, the desire to pull down the pillars of the Temple and let the roof fall on those annoying holier-than-thou liberals is sufficient motivation to cause some people to depart from reality and to become ready to vote for the presidency of an unqualified clown whose only real area of agreement with genuine conservatives is a yen to give an upraised finger to political correctness. If you are sane, it’s not enough.