I’ve never been a Trump fan. I was a vocal Cruz guy during the primary and I don’t apologize for it. I opposed Trump’s thin-skinned, narcissistic, big-government lunacy with every fiber of my being. Also, I thought Trump was going to get crushed in the election.
I felt I needed to throw that disclaimer out there before I said what I’m about to say.
I’m excited. Like really excited. I know I shouldn’t be. I should be calm, reasonable, and fully prepared for Trump to be an awful President. I should worry about him starting a trade war with Jinah and launching us into another Great Depression.
But I’m not. I just can’t be anything but happy right now. The day Obamacare is repealed (and I refuse to believe even the GOP congress can whiff on a big, fat softball like that), is going to be the happiest day of my political life. In fact, that may rank top ten on my happiest moments ever. I’ll put it just below the day I got married and just above the day I discovered Velveeta.
And these protests. Oh these glorious protests. If cheering while these vicious liberal crybabies weep and scream is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Let’s not forget about the media, either. I’ve heard the phrase “non-college educated whites” used no less than twenty times in the past couple days. A lot was made about Trump’s lack of a traditional ground game. The leftists burning down American cities and the media sneering at those dumb hicks in flyover country WAS his ground game. Who needs a robust GOTV effort when the Nightly News will spend every broadcast poking Middle America in the ribs?
Yes, Trump might end up being a grease fire on top of a dumpster fire on top of the City of Oakland, but for the first time in eight years, I’m choosing to be politically happy. Go and do likewise.