December 30, 2015
It Has Come to ThisBy E.M. Cadwaladr
The United States of America that we grew up in, and in some cases fought for, no longer exists. I would like to write something
stirring in defense of our Constitution, but it isn’t under attack. It is simply ignored. Some have proposed that we have a
Constitutional convention to add new amendments. What would that accomplish? Would our present Federal government respect a
set of new amendments when they don’t respect the old ones? What good does it do to insist on one’s rights as a citizen, when in
fact mere citizenship has lost its meaning? Americans have no rights officials in Washington feel bound to recognize. Both
Republicans and Democrats overrule majority opinion as a matter of course. They do not doubt for a moment that they are the best
and brightest, and that our voting franchise is merely an antiquated inconvenience. My elected representatives represent no one but
themselves. They make war on my culture, my faith, and my security then they insult me in front of the elitist media on TV. The
executive branch, the congress, and most of the judiciary have no more respect for me as a human being than colonial empires had
for the most backward and primitive of their subjects. The elites that live inside the beltway and in the bubble of academia should
try living in Ohio or Missouri for a few years. “White privilege” isn’t doing all that well in rural West Virginia. We are here, now,
in this country at this time. We are real people with real lives. We are not statistics in a sociologist’s model, nor are we third and
fourth generation perpetrators from some politically reconstituted version of history. It is all too obvious that our most
unrepresentative of representative governments neither knows us nor respects us. They despise us. It is too much to ask us not to
despise them in return.
I am tired of being told by Barack Obama on the one hand, and Bill O’Reilly on the other, what my American values are or ought to
be. I can work those out for myself. I am tired of living in the dumping ground for whatever group of hostile immigrants the social
engineers in Washington import to ease their guilty consciences. Let them move their Mexican underclass and angry Syrian
colonists to Martha’s Vineyard or Marin County north of San Francisco.Maybe this would help our legislators and “opinion
makers” alleviate a bit of their neverending narcissistic angst. I am tired of nameless, selfrighteous bureaucrats levering open the
restrooms of my local schools to the confused transvestites that a liberal education churns out, then lecturing me about tolerance
and individual rights. Where is their tolerance of my culture? Where is their respect for my rights? Where is the brotherly concern
shown to my neighbors? I am tired of living in an illplanned social experiment. Of taboo words and taboo ideas. I am tired of being
called a racist by people who are, themselves, the worst of racists and who have denuded the word itself of any meaning.
To be quite honest, I have no particular love for Donald Trump but he is what we have. He doesn’t speak well. I don’t think he
has any idea what a republic is. Then again, his last two predecessors didn’t really understand the concept of a republic either. No
doubt it’s not a word they use at Harvard. Although I may not especially like the erratic, often juvenile Mr. Trump, it isn’t lost on
me that he at least doesn’t hold me in contempt. He may make war on illegal immigration and Muslim fundamentalism, but most of
the alternatives are making war on me. Twenty years ago I would have worried about a man who scares resident aliens, and even a
few citizens, to death. You will forgive me if I have come to the epiphany that protecting absolutely every minority’s feelings is not
a rational government’s primary purpose. You will forgive me, too, if I stop ignoring fourteen centuries of Islamic history, the stark
brutality of Islamic scripture, and the barbarism of contemporary Islamic states. Give me a gated, crimefree community to live in,
and maybe I can have the luxury of worrying about the planet’s weather.
I would prefer to have a genuine conservative candidate to vote for, and will probably vote for Cruz if he looks viable enough. But
if Donald Trump is what it has come to I will happily take the risk and check the box next to his name. Republican, independent,
or Bull Moose party I could not care less. Conservatives don’t have a party. We cannot be choosy. Better Trump than the
Democrats' mad rush to national HaraKiri. And better Trump than the Republican establishment’s facilitation of the same national
HaraKiri, plus the now intolerable old lie that “it’s the best that we could do.” It has never been impossible to build 700 miles of
security fence. Eisenhower built most of the interstate highway system in under a decade. It has never been impossible to balance
the budget. Over the course of American history balanced budgets have actually been the norm. Moral cowardice has never been an
attractive trait, and no amount of clever advertising really makes it so. Ivy league “experts” who fail, then get congratulated for
their failures by the Ivy League talking heads, do not impress me more than Trump. For all of his ratings appeal and flamboyance,
he did at least accomplish something in his lifetime other than being popular and being famous. That’s better than “I made a great
speech at the ‘04 convention,” or “I married Bill Clinton,” or, the perennial favorite, “I waited my turn.”
We have nearly died of the disease of too much compromise. Of “reaching across the aisle.” Of “building a coalition of our Muslim
allies.” We have no real friends in either quarter. How can a free people compromise with totalitarian ideologies, either socialist or
Islamic? Let’s not fool ourselves. America has bitter enemies both foreign and domestic. Donald Trump, for all of his flaws do.
He speaks his mind. He understands and acknowledges at least the plainly obvious. Most of all, so far, he doesn’t scare.
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