What a long, strange trip it's been...
From Lincoln to Trump, and in less time than it takes some species to evolve.
I just watched the Repubs wrap up their dead fish of a convention, and can't tell whether or not to add locks to the doors, or join their lynch mob as a means of self-defense.
Ivanka Trump, The Donald's least slutty looking daughter, introduced her father to America and the assembled delegates with a speech probably lifted from Chelsea Clinton or Tricia Nixon... we've yet to hear from the fact-checkers who watch for such things. In her speech, entitled "Bestest Daddy Ever!", Ivanka talked at length about how her dad insisted upon taking the advice of the commoners involved in his construction projects. To hear her tell it, The Donald would rather hang around with sweaty non-union construction workers than eat pizza with a knife and fork in his penthouse. Not only that, but her daddy worries about this generation of kids graduating from college with overwhelming student loan debt.
I had to pause my live TV when she said that.
Are we talking about the same "Daddy" who instructed his salesmen to squeeze every possible dime out of potential students of his bogus Trump University scam? That guy? The one who's being sued in multiple states for ripping off victims of his pretend "university"?
Anyway, Trump came out and screamed at America for an hour, and by all accounts rarely departed from the words scrolling by on his teleprompter. Because we all know what happens when Donald starts to shoot from the lip. He says batshit crazy things. Things he has to deny saying, when asked about them later. Like when he tells a reporter that America might not honor its commitments to NATO, and how we might have to check the payment ledger before we decide to defend an ally that's a little behind on the rent.
The good news for the country is that it's finally over. The four night reality show has ended, and they're probably scooping up the elephant shit in Cleveland and dumping it into the water supply, which will probably improve the taste.
How fitting that the Grand Old Party confirmed their impending extinction by nominating Donald J. Trump the same night that Roger Ailes and his dirty little wiggley fingers (hats off to Patty Griffin for the lyric) was escorted out of the Faux News office. The guy who's done more to ruin political discourse in America is fired just as the most hateful fear mongering narcissist in American political history acquires the Republican nomination for President.
There's something poetic about that.
It's all well and good to spout off for the benefit of your friends, to rant about the government and the liberal mainstream media. It's fine to flip a finger toward all of society, and to cast your vote for someone who has no business running a beauty pageant, much less America.
But when the dust settles and everyone is being held accountable for their actions (or their unwillingness to stand up against bigotry and hatred), your actions will be remembered.
How do you want to be remembered?
Ask around and see how many of George Wallace's supporters from 1968 are willing to admit to their bigotry today. He had millions of people supporting him for president at the time, and a lot of those people are still with us, sitting in front of their televisions watching Faux News and shaking their walking canes at the screen whenever Hillary or Obama are on camera. How many of them are willing to admit to it today?
None of 'em.