OK, enough is enough. I’ve just about had it with the “you’re either voting for Trump, or you’re for Hillary” douchebaggery, Republicans! Enough!
I’m not voting for him. Period. And tossing false dichotomies at me will not change my mind.
I’ve gone over why Trump is absolutely unqualified and unsuited for the most powerful office in the land – and the world.
I’ve listed numerous reasons why I will never vote for him – everything from his love of force to his lack of knowledge about basic economics and foreign policy, to his flip-floppery on everything from gun rights, to abortion, to the war on terrorism.
And yet, I’m consistently seeing appeals from both Republican friends and from “conservative” pundits to stand with them and vote for Trump, because not to do so would be voting for Hillary.
These appeals range from “Oh, you must support Hillary,” to “You must not care about Supreme Court nominees,” to “Are you wasting your vote on a third party, because if you are, you’re voting for Hillary,” and all sorts of other stupid. If that’s how you’re trying to convince me, you’re barking up the wrong tree.
If you want me to change my mind about Trump, show me how he will make a better president than Hillary Clinton. Show me why I need to give him my vote.
Not being Hillary and not being a Democrat (this week) are not qualifications for President, no matter how hard you try to ram that narrative down my throat! You will not get me to vote for an unqualified, classless, boorish, uninformed lout, who is as leftist and authoritarian as his opponent, merely because he has an “R” behind his name. That’s not how it works.
As I’ve said before, Democrat and Republican are merely brand names. They are vehicles by which the candidates are delivered to us. Ultimately, it’s up to the candidate to prove his suitability for the office, and from what I’ve seen so far, Trump hasn’t even come close for all the reasons I mentioned above.
No, this is not about a protest vote.
I’m not protesting jack shit. I’m not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I couldn’t give less of a flying rat’s ass about party labels. It’s simply about choosing the best qualified candidate for what is the most important job. And for me, neither one fits.
No, I don’t believe any candidate is perfect.
No, I don’t delude myself into believing that somehow Trump is more qualified to run the country and be the leader of the free world because he’s not Hillary. Not being Hillary is not a qualification.
No, despite his recent acceptable list of whom he would nominate for the Supreme Court, I don’t believe for a moment that a guy who, until a few months ago, thought his leftist sister would make a “phenomenal” SCOTUS nominee, is to be trusted with that decision.
No, a vote for Trump is not in any way better than a vote for Hillary. As a matter of fact, it may be worse, because when that stubborn, antagonistic, puerile dunce fucks up our country with nearly the exact same politics as Hillary, the Republicans will have no one to blame but themselves, liberals will screech about the failure of capitalism under a “Republican,” and low-information idiots will fall for it, ushering in an era of even worse, more extremist economic policies.
No, voting third party is not “throwing your vote away.” We are not the fucking Soviet Union! We have options and choices – everything from voting third party to not voting at all. And if more people weren’t chickenshit traitors to their own principles, they would see that there is essentially no difference between the two – no matter what Trump happens to write on social media or his campaign website. His history of flip flopping on issues most important to Republicans should be a big, red flag, but instead Republicans are so terrified of Hillary, that they will cast their vote for a male version of her, only with less experience and knowledge. They are both the same shit sandwich – one with mayo and one with ketchup – but ultimately, it’s still a shit sandwich, and I’m not going to swallow it when some stale roast beef is lying around.
No, a single-payer health care system wouldn’t be any better under Trump than it would be under Hillary.
No, liberal justices coming from leftist with an “R” behind his name are no better than liberal justices coming from a “D.” Perhaps you retards should have considered this before going out and casting your vote out of fear and anger, in an effort to burn down the establishment.
No, authoritarianism is no better under the “R” label than it is under the “D.”
No, I don’t fall for cheap rhetoric.
No, it’s not because I’m bitter that “my guy” lost. I didn’t have a “guy.” Rob was passionate about Cruz, as he wrote a few months ago. I certainly liked Cruz and Rubio better than I liked Trump, but that’s kind of like driving a Yugo in a race against Kosovo Harleys. Hell, I liked Jim Webb better than Trump as well, but that’s quite akin to me choosing that stale roast beef sandwich over the diarrhea, beer, and corn concoction that is Trump.
If you truly feel that Trump would be the lesser of the two evils, go and pull that lever for him. I’m certainly not going to try and change your minds.
If you want me to vote for your guy, you’d better give me a better reason than, “Yeah, we know he’s a liberal. Yeah, we know he helped elect Clinton crony Terry McAwful as governor of Virginia and scores of other leftists with his donations. Yeah, we know he is a demagogue who knows little to nothing about running a country. But he’s better than Hillary, soooooo…”
You want to change my mind, show me why he would be better than Hillary. Show me some concrete proof that a guy who in a Memorial Day speech yesterday – a day when so many people commemorate the loss of their loved ones in military service – saw it fit to screech, “Memorial Day… it’s our day and we have to be very proud of it and we are very proud of it,” and invoked Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech to wonder why the venue wasn’t completely filled with people yearning to see his greatness – is somehow better than his opponent.
Otherwise, I would really appreciate it if you would stop trying to shove that bag of syphilitic dicks down my throat.