Why I Like Donald Trump

There is a segment of the American people comprised of different skin-colors, national origins, accents and even languages who for the majority of their lives have done the right thing and played by the rules of our republic and its constitution. These are the folks whose voices are never heard amidst the din of rude, disruptive and violent protesters who wish to suppress the viewpoints of others by forcing their message and their message ONLY down the throats of the followers they’ve zombified into submission. This is not dialogue. This is duct-tape over our mouths.

The Americans I refer to listen to that voice inside of them, their conscience, and believe in playing fair and being honest, because they know that unlike the less scrupulous, they can’t turn that voice off, nor would they ever want to. For these folks, there is no reward or reason for living in cheating, lying or hurting to get ahead.

These people are the TRUE BACKBONE OF AMERICA. They were taught and believe to this day that you get what you earn, and you had better well do it with honor and dignity. You don’t hear much about these quiet heroes, but many of us, in fact our entire country depends on them. They are the ones who work, or are honestly trying to find a job, day after year after decade after lifetime. They drag themselves out of bed morning after morning and earn their wage; many working two jobs or more to survive. You don’t know about them because they don’t have time to protest. When they’re not at work, they’re driving their kids to after-school activities or doctor appointments, or tending to their sick and aging loved ones, or trying to improve their homes or apartments, and when they can, let loose at a baseball game. All the while, these silent workers are paying their taxes in good faith, so that their government can do the right thing and help them and their brothers and sisters who may be in dire straits.

Year after decade, the backbone of America watched corruption ooze out of their government and its dubious contributors like some toxic pus making them choke a little more each day. They watched their banks play ponzi schemes with their retirement funds. They observed decisions in the House and Senate that served others while piling even more of the burden onto their aching shoulders. They observed their president apologize for America to foreign governments, while they thought, why aren’t we being praised and appreciated for funding our government, instead we are apologized for? They watched their IRS under their president’s watch penalize the organizations that might otherwise defend the backbone. They saw the disregard for human life by this administration as they watched the lies and cover-up surrounding Benghazi, and are further demoralized when the despicable criminal who trades government favors for donations is now leading in polls to become our next president. The backbone scratches its head when a racially biased president and attorney-general condemn a cop who shoots a thug who had just robbed a store and is now charging the officer. They learn that their social-security accounts have been pilfered by an irresponsible government. They stand by as their individual liberties are threatened by some bigger power that they just can’t put their finger on.

The backbone of America, whether black, white, Indian, Mexican, Asian or other, works and sacrifices their lives to support a stage upon which others dance. And they have done this without protest for years. But they have been doing this in a pressure cooker.

Finally, we see a candidate who is more like us; who is not a political shyster. Who may trip on his words, but his meaning is clear and sincere. Who has worked his ass off to get what he has now, and at the age of 70 continues to work as hard as anyone we’ve known. A candidate who sees the same abuses, biases, and corruption that we, the backbone of America, have seen all of our lives, BUT FOR ONCE… this candidate is NOT part of that sinister system. This candidate, like us, seems to want to do the right thing.

To all of you who have worked and sacrificed and remained quietly funding America, how does it feel when you’ve tried to speak out only to be called haters, and racists, and violent and xenophobes by some of the very people whose educations and housing and medical care you’ve funded. How does it feel when any action to do the right thing is twisted and mischaracterized by the government/big-money-progressives/media co-opts. I’ll tell you how it feels. It feels like the pressure-cooker is about to explode.

I feel bad for Donald Trump. The anti-America complex will do anything to shut him down. The high-level scum-bags with their fangs in your necks sucking your blood will not quietly relinquish their cushy seats on the corruption bus. No, they want things to remain just as they are. They want an inside politician to be our next president; someone they can control, so the backbone can continue to bleed, and the abusers can continue to dance.

Yeah, I feel bad for Donald Trump.  They’re out to get him.  But I feel much worse for America.  Peace, love, dove homies.


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