If you honestly love truth, humility, grace, dignity and gentleness, then it stands to reason that you must hate the obverse. That is why, I maintain, that hatred has a legitimate place in the panoply of human emotions.
I never thought that anyone could “unlove” Donald Trump more than myself. Then I picked up Rick Wilson’s book “Everything Trump Touches Dies.” When it comes to Trump, Wilson, a long-term right-wing conservative, has no parallel in cataloguing and describing unrelieved hatred.
Wilson out-hates by a long shot George Will, Charlie Sykes, Michael Steele and a host of other Republicans who have taken the measure of “45.” One of his milder onslaughts: “Everything about Donald Trump’s presidency and character is a disaster for America. The victories Republicans think they have achieved are transitory and ephemeral and come at the cost of their principles and probably, their immortal souls. He is a stain on the party … .”
This all stimulates the question of why the president’s supporters continue their loyalty. They are not all ignorant, moonshine-swilling hillbillies. So what is it that they “love” about him — except for maintaining an upbeat economy that he inherited from President Obama? Now there was a man one could admire.
I realize this letter will generate apoplexy within the ranks of the Trumpistas and bring their wrath down upon me. But I consider that a small price to pay for outing another one of their turncoats.
Robert Jedrzejewski
Tarentum