“If you are never Trump at this point after ALL that’s happened, then you are for Hillary fan and I want NOTHING to do with you. Unfriend me please!”
Although I am getting used to these types of posts, I should have had my morning coffee before I opened my Facebook page.
Conversations go on well after I sign off at night so the first thing I have to do is delete the “f” bomber comments, the undercover Trumpets propaganda and the used-to-be-Cruzers who have gone over to the dark side of party over principle. Then there are the jackholes that go through all the trouble of setting up fake pages with all the right Cruz memes and praise. When I accept their friend request , they school me and my friends of truths that we are obviously too stupid to see.
Why are Trump supporters all so angry? I honestly haven’t met one that wasn’t a programmed drone whose computer chip seems to be malfunctioning and frozen in time and thought. Only recently I had to enlighten a Trump fan on why Ted Cruz was not responsible for Ben Carson’s loss in Iowa…[Long Sigh].
I have long been interested in and involved in politics. Guess you could call me a junkie. My idea of a good time is watching a good debate or convention happenings. It all made sense when I went back over my family tree. Public servants and preachers on both sides of the fence. All democrats, I might add.
Democrats were different back then, the older generation tells me. But, I have concluded that their faith was more important to them and the Democrat platform reflected that.
Being a Republican election official in my county for well over a decade now gave me a pseudo sense of being on the right side of history. The party of Rush, Hannity, Fox News, Ann Coulter and Sarah Palin.
Boy, was I sucker punched.
On a daily basis.
For months the dominos fell one by one. My beloved governor that I campaigned for, Rick Perry, talked out of both sides of his mouth. Even friends and family and bloggers that I read every day.
Some changed abruptly, some more subtly. I noticed it with Rush months before anyone talked about it. He has been my professor of Conservative studies. After 20 plus years I feel like I have my doctorate in Constitutional Conservatism. For that I will always be grateful. The knowledge, however, is a two-edge sword. Did Rush really think he could pull the wool over his loyal listeners ears? Careful to say that he won’t endorse anyone and then handle Trump with kid gloves, laughing off his antics with a flippant “that’s just how he is!”
All this Trump mania seems to change the personalities of ones I thought I knew. They lost all humor and say stupid things like they don’t care if Trump performs abortions in the White House. The bloggers will give advice on painting a metal chair, how to grow a decent bell pepper, share a video of their new puppies and then in the next breath call me a moron, an idiot, insane.
I am reminded of a parable in Matthew. (Chapter 13). The sower and the seed. The different types of soil.
The first type of soil is dirt along the side of the road. Just laying there. Indifferent. Doesn’t care about principle, law and a moral compass. It resists all truth in the stone heart. This person allows the Evil One to pluck up the seed without a fight. But they go and vote anyway without knowledge.
The next soil (person) might even think they are Christians. They go to Easter-Christmas services. Walked the aisles to the altar . They have no solid roots in anything. This type of person watches the Kardashians (who endorse Hillary as President and even call themselves Christians).
They get caught up in the latest cool thing, always like a good time, the current trendy thing. And the showmanship of The Donald. Mob mentality. Tunnel vision. If a seed falls that Cruz isn’t a liar, the last thing they hear is Trump saying “Lyin’ Ted” and they move on to the next new thing.
The third type are the thorny people. The cares of the world, the change in the game plan, the panic, the fear as they see the weeds growing up around them. Outnumbered. They give up their faith. They were all in with Cruz when he won Iowa and kept up the spirit 100%… for awhile. Now they are running in the opposite direction. 100% Trump. Don’t like him at all but he is their only hope. They don’t know they are choking until it is too late.
The good soil. We all want to be that kind. I have never had my faith and definition of character tested to this degree. It was better when there were more people that were unified behind our candidate. The faith of some wavered after New Hampshire. Lost more after Nevada. They started speaking defeat online. Depression everywhere. I found myself giving pep talks all day. How Ted could still win it. We prayed for Indiana. That’s when a lot of Cruzers left the fold. Cruz suspended his campaign. Even more gone. There is a remnant. I vowed to see it through to the end of the convention. #nevertrump #neverhillary #neverjohnson #noregrets
“As for what was sown on good soil, this is the one who bears the word and understands it. He indeed bears fruit.” (Matthew 13: 18-23)