No way, no how, no chance
I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I’m getting more than a bit sick of pompous and condescending media elites speaking to us as if we’re two-year-old’s. New York Times Opinion writer Bret Stephens is the latest to venture into both sides’ water. Stephens, who describes himself as a Never Trumper, wrote a column calling for Democrats to wish Donald Trump good luck on his presidency.
I kid you not. “Drop the heavy moralizing,” he writes. Oh–the name of the column? “Done with never Trump.” I will not poison your eyes by linking to it. Subtle. I have little respect for people like this; why would they even think of writing and saying this type of stuff? So let me be clear about MY intentions:
I do not cozy up to traitors. I have nothing but contempt for wanna-be dictators. I will never bow down. Nor will I wish a psychopath good luck. “When they go low, we should act like wimps.” That is the message many people give off, and it’s nauseating.
Have you noticed that it seems it always falls to us to make nice-nice? We are always asked to be the sane and rational people in the room—well, we are, but that doesn’t mean we’re a group of obedient puppies dutifully rolling over for a corrupt seed of a monstrosity.
“Let’s enter the new year by wishing the new administration well.” Oh yeah — that’s the ticket. “Benefit of the doubt.” No way, no how, no chance. We’d given this creep plenty of chances. We know what he is. So, I suspect, do most of the media, but if nothing else, Trump IS good for business.
“This too shall pass.” (Gosh, but I hate that expression in politics.) Four years’ worth of petty grievances must first be suffered. I am NOT playing Kumbaya with dictators and traitors. These people need a reality check. They do—or else they just need to read a book about malignant narcissists.
