I want to thank all who participated in this thread.
It was my hope to see on display exactly what I saw – your true natures and soul (or lack of it) revealed for all to see. With only one or two exceptions (you know who you are and may God bless you for your classiness) you Anti-Trumpsters have outdone yourselves and not disappointed in the slightest on this thread! Hopefully others who may be undecided will recall this shameful spectacle when they vote.
We have seen the scornful, derisive self-assurance of the committed nihilists! Indulging in morbid fantasies and calling it “realism”. Foretelling the future and making absolutist positive declarations of other’s motives as if one can read minds in one moment, then condemning the candidate in the next as “obviously crazy”.
Peppering justifications for resigning from any meaningful participation in the political process with odd, self-contradicting flights of “logic” : first “the candidate is unpredictable and cannot be trusted,” then in the next breath swearing to God and all men, “we know with certainty exactly what he will do”. Absurdity heaped upon absurdity.
And worst of all, the mountains of abusive vituperation against those who disagree (no matter how politely, they are Cretinously insulted, marginalized, dehumanized) – these sort who accept gracious praise from tolerant others who support the candidate and yield their reasons on request! Amid their admissions of the candidate's flaws, admissions of inconsistent past behavior, admissions of imperfections scowling walk the condemners too self important to find humility or doubt in themselves! The jaded scoffers who hoard these concessions to bland reality like greedy villagers gathering lumps of metal to sequester, gloat, marvel over and finger in private ecstasy cooing and drooling.
And gathering together in a loose fraternity of hate – lofting up hopelessness like a banner of glory – GIVE UP!! They cry! THERE IS NO HOPE!!
Heroic.
A graceful powerful swan dive off a cliff edge onto the rocks! Like the Spartans of Thermopylae turned craven, shrugging their shoulders, and deriding their King - barking over their shoulders as they wander off to be overrun by the Persians one town at a time, “You can’t be trusted, Leonidas! You have skeletons in your closet and you give up too easily! We are going to wait for a perfect leader as we are perfect. Call us back when you are a good, worthy person as we are, but not before!! Until then, we will show you and all others so audacious as to venture to defend the land, our back!! We are too good for the likes of you We will find our glorious destiny in making seats of our hands!!
Selah.