Some things aren’t worth the win
President Barack Obama nailed it when he pegged Donald J. Trump as a pragmatist rather than an ideologist. Trump showed us early on who he was. He favored not one particular political theory over another.
As a matter of fact, he didn’t even know one particular theory over another. He went with what worked regardless of where it fell on the political spectrum.
A Democrat one year, Republican another, but does it really matter? Through his campaign, Trump’s yea’s and nay’s changed with his mood, but there were two or three themes that rose above the rest. The hard-line, never-gonna-change promises he made around them earned him a loyal-to-the-voting-booth following.
He was their man.
He was their inside-outsider.
He was their bully at the pulpit.
I’ve watched Trump turn deals since the 1980s. I wasn’t a fan then and I’m less of one today, but even I am more than a little surprised at how quickly Trump’s hard line became soft. I’ve never seen campaign promises dissolve so fast after an election, especially at the hands of the candidate himself and even before he ever takes office!
Yep, even after all that chanting, it looks like Trump’s not going to “lock her up” after all. The Mexican border wall is looking more like a fence, and remember all those millions of undocumented to be loaded on the Trump Train out of here? That train is not leaving the station, believe me … If Trump’s supporters are half as disappointed as I was when Obama broke his first campaign promise, then I feel their pain. Or maybe it doesn’t matter to them like it mattered to me. Maybe he really CAN do anything at all. Maybe he can shoot people on Fifth Avenue, break promises, break laws, whatever.
Maybe meaning what you say and saying what you mean just doesn’t matter to his supporters like it mattered to me.
What does matter, what matters more than all the promises he’s getting ready to break, is all the lies he’s told with the impunity of the privileged and the fervor of a believer.
It’s the fear those lies spread through my community.
It’s the hate he’s stoked against those who haven’t earned it.
It’s the divide he’s deepened among us.
It’s the damage of pitting American against American, neighbor against neighbor.
That kind of stuff will have an impact beyond what even Trump can begin to imagine or understand.
Let us all hope that we don’t lose who we are as a nation as a part of it.
But what is more disturbing than any of this is that none of it means a damn thing to him. Not Hillary, not the wall, and certainly not the immigrants. Winning is what matters. Winning is his ideology.
He sold us all out for the “win.” And win is what he did. So as a supporter and a “winner,” how does it now feel to know you were the biggest part of the biggest con game ever played? Yep. Y’all won.