A Pang of Sadness

Have you ever had something cause a slight pang of sadness or melancholy? Along the same line as loosing a sweetheart and years later, their favorite song plays, and all of a sudden a flood, held back through the years breaks through. It’s not a profound sadness but rather, just a dampening of otherwise lightness and happiness. That’s how I feel about Trump and his supporters.
At first, I was shocked and appalled. I mean, this is the same man who was mocked for his reality tv catchphrase ‘you’re fired’. A man who was featured in Home Alone 2, or Penelope Spheeris remakes. A ‘birther’ who was best known for bad hair, Marla vs Ivanka blonde showdown on ski slopes and ridiculous feuds with fellow C star Rosie. Bankruptcy and baffooning about on Entertainment Tonight.
The more support he mustered the angrier I had become. His remarks on women; his misogyny. His xenophobia his flat out racism. If I cared to quote him on these awful things I’d preoccupy myself for several weeks. Each comment more shocking than the next, but what angered me were the people cheering. He’s like the Lorax…but instead of speaking for the trees, he’s speaking for tree dwellers I thought. Even Barbara Bush, a grand matriarch of the GOP couldn’t back him as a woman. His supporters turned on her faster than a trump contract. Frankly, I never thought I would agree with Ted Cruz but he held his ground, terra firma and the conference. I’d beg his supporters to explain why it’s acceptable for their candidate to insult women so: more jokes about bill clintons bj. After his insults to senator McCain, a true patriot, just more prattling on about emails. When you point out racism, it’s blamed on the liberal media. As if somehow they are putting words in trumps mouth. When you question his long record of failure, more Benghazi rants. In other words, no matter what he says, there’s someone else to blame. I draw the line at his thinly veiled threats on the 2nd amendment. His supporters quip about jokes. Stooping so low as a representative of this country, to me is no joke. Just like making fun of a person with disabilities is no joke. However they wear that god forsaken ‘make America great again’ hat. Great for who? What idiotic Leave It To Beaver fantasy do they live in? For a great many Americans it wasn’t that great and not all of us live in the rosy glow of displaced nostalgia. It doesn’t matter. Trump said it best: he could shoot someone in the face and he’d still have support.
This is where that sadness comes in. I’m sad that my fellow Americans are being duped. I could point out thousands of reasons, cite my sources but they’ll just hold their fingers to their ears and scream Benghazi! Email! Monica’s ex boyfriends wife! Crooked! I can point out, people I have cared for be made a mockery of, and they’ll turn fast if you don’t agree. They harp on about 2nd amendment rights but, oh, let’s not let anyone else have an opinion! Let’s shame those that pray or worship differently! Let’s get rid of any potential gun regulations…but let’s regulate the hell out of a uterus. Hypocrites are a term that comes to mind. And I ask why? Are they ignorant? Uneducated? Rednecks? Devoted Christians? Alarmists? No. Not necessarily…the answer is far more sad.
My answer came today playing superhero with my son. They desperately need a hero. They are forgotten people; the canaries in the coal mine people. They’ve put in a lifetime of hard work, or feel as they have and no one for them has put them first. We’ve had many social movements that have changed the way they are allowed to conduct themselves and rightly so, and we’ve pushed them to their collective breaking points. Why do they care if a gay couple can marry? To them, they’re barely making a truck payment and can’t afford that Disney vacation, a week away from skull drudgery. They don’t care about refugees. They care about paying out of the ass for diabetes medicine and healthcare. They don’t want to hear equality; they want to be heard, seen, their stories cared about. Many democrats can speak to some of this politically perhaps, but no one is speaking FOR them. Do you think they want to hear more about firearms? They’re frightened as much as anyone and to these folks, they can depend on themselves to protect their families, a strong distrust of government and to this, I understand completely. They need someone to come ‘save the day’! That authoritative savior quality we see from anyone from superman, batman, ironman, Jon Snow, Walking Dead, even Jesus Christ. We look to those who look out for us, the little guy. A lot of those found that quality in Trump. What he says might be terrible but at least he’s saying something for them. That’s his appeal. This is what saddens me so. It’s deeply sorrowful that it’s not the content of what is being said but that it’s being said at all.
You see, Trump is not what is wrong with our country or these people. He’s a symptom. He’s a direct result of what happens when a people are in fear and feel as if they don’t matter. Trump is the gangrene limb but somehow we as a people failed, and caused this injury. His disease must be cut off but we must all address the reason that we now boast such deformity. We must prevent injury and most importantly we have to heal. The sickness will kill us otherwise.
Whatever your voice, your innermost voice, your conscience commands you to do, to vote for, by all means exercise your right to do so, but do not impede on others doing the same, or attempt to malign opinions based on emotion, not facts. Do not admonish that gays can be cured by tax funded therapy while yelling your tax dollars are funding abortions. Which they don’t. The likelihood of your guns being taken are far, far less that the rights of women being impeded upon. The point being, have your opinions without expecting legislation. Have a voice but ask if that voice is saying harmful things that can hurt others. People who aren’t like you necessarily but want many similar things.
I asked my five year old this: if you knew a little boy was hungry would you feed him? “Yes. Of course.” I then asked if that same little boy could have his chicken nuggets. “I don’t like that. I’ll give him one. Maybe two.” I said he needed more. He wasn’t keen on the idea at all. However that is the point of politics. It’s not what’s best for one or a few but all. That is the hallmark of diplomacy and kindergartens are not known for their diplomatic prowess and skills. I for one remember those school lessons and I will never tolerate the playground bully.
Next time I state that between now and November, realize I’m not asking you if you agree or not. I’m utilizing my rights as an American and not impeding on yours. A concept I’m hoping my republican counterparts can start grasping a bit better.