So … the Republican race for the presidency started out as a clown car with all of 16 occupants something over a year ago. At that time, no one (with the possible exception of Ann Coulter) thought that the head clown, the one who has spent a significant amount of his career in the entertainment business, would be the one left standing when the dust had settled. Yet as of about 9:23 PM, EDT on 21 July, 2016, that is precisely who the GOP has as their nominee for the most important position of power and influence this planet currently boasts.
In accepting his party’s appointment for the job, Drumpf gave us a wonderfully clear picture of where he stands on the major issues, including:
As egregious as most if not all the above points are, the subjects The Donald didn’t mention are equally telling:
For myself, I couldn’t get over Donald’s attitude on the dais. His facial expressions reminded me markedly of Benito Mussolini, and his repeated emphasis on “law and order” made me wonder how much he wants to emulate that former vertex of the Axis. What was worse was an audience which occasionally resembled the extras in the original production of Frankenstein, who seemed to be utterly prepared to hang Hillary Clinton and not in effigy. I oppose Drumpf, and I make no secret of it. Seeing him burned at the stake or otherwise sacrificed for the sake of the nation, however, is utterly off the table. His failure to win the presidency will suit me just fine, thank you. My hope at this point is that the DNC is going to present a far more civilized and considered view of American politics, though I fully expect the groundlings in Philadelphia to be as crazy in their own way as those who populated “The Q” this past week.
All in all, though, I am not encouraged. Robert Reich called it the most negative acceptance speech he had ever heard, and I am strongly inclined to agree. Civility in our political discourse was missing from Quicken Loans Arena these past four days, and that absence was glaring. Returning to it or a semblance of it next week would be nice, but I don’t know how hopeful I can afford to be. To paraphrase Heather McGhee from last night’s Real Time with Bill Maher, I’d rather see morning in America than be mourning for America.