Really South Carolina Republicans? You had some really good choices this time! Seriously this was not one of those elections where you bring nose-plugs with you to the voting booth.
And yet a third of you still picked Donald Trump.
You passed by Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio and picked his embarrassing spectacle of a spoiled rotten two-year-old in the body of a sixty-ish man to be your Republican standard-bearer.
You actually had the name Ben Carson right in front of you on the ballot. A prince of a man. A splendid example of a human being. Accomplished, compassionate, brilliant, disciplined, measured, mature… Right there. Printed on your ballot. B-E-N C-A-R-S-O-N.
But you picked the jack-ass. The unstable narcissist with a hair trigger who submerges anyone who doesn’t adequately recognize his glorious pre-eminence in a sludge of acid and filth.
The gaseous, egotistical blow-hard of the sort that you wouldn’t even invite to your house for spaghetti on a Sunday night unless he was your wife’s brother and you had no other choice.
The guy who right out of the blocks, at the first debate, erupted all over the campaign like a diapered Mussolini because Megyn Kelly committed the unpardonable blasphemy of inquiring about his track record of abusing women with disgusting, childish, vitriolic statements:
“Mr. Trump, one of the things people love about you is you speak your mind and you don’t use a politician’s filter. However, that is not without its downsides, in particular, when it comes to women. You’ve called women you don’t like ‘fat pigs,’ ‘dogs,’ ‘slobs’ and ‘disgusting animals.’ …
Your Twitter account has several disparaging comments about women’s looks. You once told a contestant on ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ it would be a pretty picture to see her on her knees.
Does that sound to you like the temperament of a man we should elect as president, and how will you answer the charge from Hillary Clinton, who was likely to be the Democratic nominee, that you are part of the war on women?”
And it’s not that he’s denying he made the statements. She just had no business asking him about them.
And he really truly believes that Kelly was evil for doing it, too. That’s what is so creepy. The man is clearly a narcissistic megalomaniac wannabe who feels genuine outrage that a woman would question his right to verbally assault anyone however and whenever it pleases him.
Where in reality, it was a level-headed journalist simply asking a presidential candidate a hard-hitting question, this is how Kelly’s query came down in Trump’s fevered imagination: “She gets out and she starts asking me all sorts of ridiculous questions, you could see there was blood coming out of her eyes, blood coming out of her wherever.”
To his thinking, she had it coming. In fact, he just oozes with moral justification in the face of such impertinence. How dare anyone question anything Donald Trump says or does?
Certainly, the Democrats would have the grace and tact to never bring it up, should Trump, God forbid, ever run against one.
Besides it would never work. Despite his delusions, Trump lives in the real world, not in a fairy tale Trump Worship Land. We Americans rake our presidents over the coals. He wouldn’t like it here. He would grow weary of hollering “liar, disgrace, horrible human being, and loser.” He should just find another system that suits his purposes better. One where he really could yell, “Off with her head!” and nobody would question his obvious right to do so.
I don’t know, is Saddam Hussein’s palace still vacant? Maybe he would be happier there.
But we have bigger problems with our electorate. The Republic is hanging in the balance, and a third of Republicans are pushing the guy who is like your uncle that you have to invite to family functions because he’s related, but you keep your fingers crossed the whole time that he won’t embarrass you too much.
Or who is like the loud obnoxious braggart husband of your friend that you double-dated with on one occasion and then ever-after had “other plans.”
Or who is a pugnacious 10-year-old trapped in a man’s body who erupts in loud, crude insults at anyone who annoys him, and who throws the checker board and runs home crying when he loses.
Here’s a little exercise, which will drive home the point. Read the quote and then guess who said it. Donald Trump or the spoiled ten-year-old.
On a female political rival: “”Look at that face, would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that, the face of our next president?”
On a professional adversary: “If I were running ‘The View’, I’d fire Rosie O’Donnell. I mean, I’d look at her right in that fat, ugly face of hers, I’d say ‘Rosie, you’re fired.’”
On his own own shortcomings: “I think apologizing’s a great thing, but you have to be wrong. I will absolutely apologize, sometime in the hopefully distant future, if I’m ever wrong.”
While contorting his arms and impersonating a handicapped man: “Now the poor guy, you gotta see this guy, Uh, I don’t know what I said. I don’t remember.’ He’s going, “I don’t remember. Maybe that’s what I said.’”
After former Prisoner of War, John McCain, publicly disagreed with him: “He’s not a war hero, he was a war hero because he was captured. I like people who weren’t captured.” He went on to call Senator McCain a “dummy.”
All of those statements were made by Trump, of course.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. Trump dissolves into infantile invective each time he feels that his lesser evolved fellow beings have not afforded him the proper level of deference that he deserves. His method of hitting back is marked with unimaginative insults — usually “liar” — of the type that you would imagine a tantruming child would shriek as he kicks holes in the walls.
But it’s even worse when his inner child matures a few years, into pimply-faced adolescent male, bragging about his anatomy, making explicit sexual remarks about women in his orbit, and speculating about how he might have dated his daughter if she didn’t happen to be his daughter.
South Carolina? Seriously, I’m shaking my head. Future primary state Republicans? I’m begging you.
In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a lot at stake here. Please don’t blow it.