Donald Trump cannot win in November. Donald Trump must not win in November.
His election would be as much a disaster for America and for the world as electing a socialist as president.
Donald Trump is the American Mussolini just as Bernie Sanders is the American Hugo Chavez. (Everything must be free except the individual.) We will not vote for either.
Your baby-booming Squire was first eligible to vote in 1972. He was still a Democrat so he would not vote for Nixon but he was not so far gone as to vote McGovern. That ballot went unmarked. It will again this November if need be.
We cannot vote for Trump. If the Republican Party nominates Donald Trump, America will elect Hillary Clinton. All my absolutist friends (for they ARE my friends) can congratulate themselves for their purity, their orneriness, and their Pyrrhic victory, because Hillary Clinton will be the one placing her hand on the Bible. The polls show it; the people know it.
Yes, political correctness must be punctured. Thank you, Donald, for that. We need to speak frankly about the dysfunction of illegal immigration. (We must also do so about the dysfunction in too many minority communities.) The Donald has caused conservatives to reconsider so-called free trade deals that export jobs to Mexico and China. (America must manufacture.) He has, indeed, brought new faces into the Republican tent. He has tapped the vein of anger in America. But anger is not a governing philosophy (outside of Mein Kampf); a leader redirects that anger to bright new mornings in America. He describes a path forward.
The Blaska Policy Werkes does not demand ideological constancy or purity. There was no greater Christian than Paul, no greater Republican than Reagan. Both were converts.
Policy matters but character matters more. Donald Trump is petty, profane, bombastic, imprecise, careless, and vindictive. What was the point of deriding Hugh Hewitt’s ratings at Thursday night’s debate? And this is a friend!? (And what a debate! The spatter hit the camera lens! Marco showed some cojones.)
Time for hope, not despair
America saw the leading Republican candidate again last night, hopefully through a clearer lens. He pouted, he lashed out with childish name-calling, and he was mean-spirited. Pope Frankie One is right: Trump is a hater. He demeans women (“bleeding out of her whatever”), mocks the disabled, and tars entire segments of the population with an impossibly broad brush. He is a Christian of convenience.
The aging Squire holds out hope that the quickening electoral calendar will concentrate voters’ minds, much as being shot at so concentrated Churchill’s. He hopes that voters will turn to someone who has demonstrated some affinity for governance in a divided America. That particular skill demands the ability to persuade; insults are not persuasive. (Is Don Rickles his speechwriter?) Even as a four-star general, Ike had to cajole and convince. A leader must compromise when necessary. Robert E. Lee and George Washington were great generals because they knew the value of strategic retreat. Super Tuesday may be telling.
If not the voters in the primary elections, the Blaska Policy Werkes recommends Republicans assembled at the national convention refuse this demagogue their nomination on whatever pretext. Paul Ryan may once again heed the call. If a million more butterflies flap their wings, the most electable conservative in America — unbloodied by the fractious debates and corrosive campaigns — may feel the draft. Fresh air is restorative.
If not, we can trust that there will be a third candidate in the general election, possibly a fourth. Trump and/or Sanders will run as independents if their respective political parties come to their senses. Michael Bloomberg and Jim Webb are looming. Bill Clinton was twice elected president without a majority of the popular vote.
The tide is turning
Endorsements of the powerful have never been decisive. But there is growing disgust with the Trump candidacy in the precincts.
National Review has read Trump out of the conservative movement much as it did when founder William F. Buckley declared the John Birch Society and anti-Semitism to be anathema. (Read its latest volley.)
My friend Vicki McKenna (while she makes a distinction between the candidate and his supporters) tells me: “I am anti-Trump for president, but I’m not anti-Trump supporter. A lot of people I know and like are Trump supporters. I understand why people gravitate to him, but I find his candidacy detestable. I can’t fathom his lack of effort on the serious issues facing this country. He might not be a terrible human being, but he is a terrible candidate for leader of the free world.”
Struggling young Milwaukee Journal Sentinel writer Christian Schneider calls Trump, “the Magellan of morons [who] deserves some credit for discovering a previously undetected lowest common denominator.”
The Federalist makes the case that Trump “would be a bigger disaster than Hillary.”
The Volokh Conspiracy says it is time to unite against Trump.
#DumpTrump is trending across social media.
It would help if Scott Walker, Ron Johnson, Jim Sensenbrenner, and yes, Paul Ryan (even though he chairs the Republican national convention — no, especially because), would join Reid Ribble and Charlie Sykes in sounding the klaxon. If O’Reilly and Hannity would quit their slavish toadying. If Rush would go scorched earth.
We need Churchills, not Chamberlains.
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