The Trump Conversion
My readers all know that I have been lukewarm about Donald Trump’s candidacy from the very beginning. But I have seen the light. Any man who could generate so much respect and, well, love, from all of those who know him best — his wife and kids — must be far more than the sum of his occasionally goofy parts. As for his wife, Melania, I received two very telling emails in the wake of her address at the convention. A reader named Ralph wanted me to know that he was hoping that the convention would provide him with a reason to vote for Trump, and, happily, “It did! I’m voting for Melania.”
My readers all know that I have been lukewarm about Donald Trump’s candidacy from the very beginning. But I have seen the light. Any man who could generate so much respect and, well, love, from all of those who know him best — his wife and kids — must be far more than the sum of his occasionally goofy parts.
As for his wife, Melania, I received two very telling emails in the wake of her address at the convention. A reader named Ralph wanted me to know that he was hoping that the convention would provide him with a reason to vote for Trump, and, happily, “It did! I’m voting for Melania.”
In the wake of the media going berserk because some half-baked speechwriter put Michelle Obama’s words in Melania’s mouth, another reader, Tom Skelly, observed: “Judging by the media outrage, you’d think Mrs. Trump had violated national security, undergone a federal probe and been criticized by the head of the FBI.”
As a writer, I recognize plagiarism when I see or hear it, but in this particular case I cut Mrs. Trump some slack because when I heard her speak of her affection for America, I believed her, as was never the case with Mrs. Obama.
I fully realize that not since 1964 has a Democrat won the presidency while garnering the majority of the white vote, but I think Mrs. Clinton may be overdoing it with her fawning over the NAACP and the Black Lives Matter rabble. Of course I can’t speak for Democrats, but those two outfits strike me as being so blatantly racist that I could no more vote for someone who seeks their benediction than I could for a Republican who cozied up to the KKK or the Aryan Nation.
On top of all her other sins, Hillary Clinton is an unabashed carpetbagger. Although she had no connection to New York, she moved there for the sole purpose of winning an easy election for the Senate.
What’s more, she’s a liar at heart, whether it comes to important things like Benghazi, the Clinton Foundation and her private server, or lesser matters, such as her own voice. This year, as in 2008, whenever her presidential campaign takes her south of the Mason-Dixon Line or into a black Baptist church, she affects a drawl that has her sounding like Aunt Jemima.
Reader Randall Slafsky has come up with a slogan for wall-builder Donald Trump: “If you build it, they won’t come.” Another reader suggests that Trump should fly the family members of the Benghazi Four to his first debate with Hillary Clinton, seat them in the front row and make Hillary tell them once again that their family members died all because of a video.
Barry Williams, a black judge, recently acquitted the fourth victim of state prosecutor Marilyn Mosby’s vendetta against the Baltimore police department. When you realize the risk that this man is taking when time and again he does the right thing and denies a corrupt and politically ambitious prosecutor the opportunity to lynch an innocent cop, you have to hope that Donald Trump has added Williams to his short list of potential Supreme Court jurists.
The race war is on in America, but, like the war being waged by Islamic terrorists, neither the politicians nor the media care to acknowledge it, let alone engage the enemy.
In fact, shortly before the bloody events in Orlando, Florida, and Nice, France, John Kerry gave us the good news that ISIS was on the run, reminding us that shortly before 130 people were slaughtered in Paris, Barack Obama let us know that ISIS was contained.
I don’t know why the media wants to be complicit in the lies and keep fostering the false narrative that Islam is a religion of peace and that in every confrontation between blacks and cops, the blame lies solely with the cops.
In Philadelphia recently, a homeless white man was beaten to death because a black kid lied, telling his mother he was late getting home because the fellow who got tips at the local station pumping gas for customers, had hit him.
As a result, three black women and a gang of kids, aged 12-14, attacked the falsely-accused victim with hammers and their feet. They proceeded to smash and stomp the poor soul to death in broad daylight.
I submit that if the killers had been white and the victim black, it would have generated headlines around the country and been the top-of-the-hour story on the nightly news. Instead, I suspect this is the first you’ve heard about it because black-on-white violence doesn’t fit the phony narrative that’s been foisted on us for the past several decades.
I see the problem, but I also see a possible solution. It won’t be cheap, but I think it would be a great investment in America’s future. I propose that every black who fears for his or her life because of racist cops and every Muslim who wishes to live under Sharia law or fears reprisal for the villainy of Islamic butchers be air-lifted to the country of their choice. As they step off the plane, they would be required to sign a contract promising never to return on pain of execution. Once the paperwork was out of the way, they would be handed $50,000.
I suspect there might be as many as 20 million blacks and Muslims willing to accept the offer. Perhaps 200 million if we allowed every American citizen to sign up, but that’s not part of the deal. I told you it wouldn’t be cheap. In fact, unless I’ve been befuddled by all the zeros, it would add up to $1,000,000,000,000 (one trillion dollars). A steep price for the American taxpayer, but if it cuts down on the incessant griping and obnoxious chanting, I’d consider it money well spent.
I realize that because I have never been hesitant about showing my contempt for black rabble, I have sometimes been accused of being a racist. I find that odd inasmuch as no less a moral authority than Martin Luther King advised us to judge people not by the color of their skin, but by their character.
So when I see thousands upon thousands of black urban dwellers rioting because some black thug who was probably terrorizing them yesterday is shot today in the line of duty by a cop, or when I see the BLM rabble-rousers marching in the streets insisting that cops should be fried like bacon, I am simply following Rev. King’s instructions.
If I saw mobs of white people behaving that way, I would curse them out. So why would I hesitate to do it when black people are involved? At least when I look at them, I recognize them as human beings, not the herd of sacred cows that patronizing white politicians and media pundits pretend to see.
That’s why I was delighted to hear from a 67-year-old black C.P.A. named Glen Smith. In his teens, he had been stopped by police “more times than I can count. I’ve even been in jail twice on minor traffic infractions when I was young, but no cop has ever pulled a gun on me, handcuffed me or laid a finger on me.
"I was living in Elmsford, New York, when I was 17. I was at home preparing to leave for the local community college when a cop showed up to arrest me. Apparently I’d gotten a traffic ticket I hadn’t paid. As he led me out to the patrol car, he told me to sit in the front seat with him. At the time, my parents’ home was on a dead end street and ours was the last house on the block. The cop had me sit in front because he knew a patrol car would get plenty of attention, and he didn’t want the neighbors to get the wrong impression.
"Within an hour, I was before a judge. After all these years, I don’t recall the outcome. I assume I paid a fine. What happened next? The same white cop brought me home, again seated in front with him. He had no responsibility to do it, but he did it anyway. Keep in mind this was 50 years ago, in America!”
Mr. Smith went on to add: “The problem in the black community is a pervasive perverse culture. A culture nobody wants to mention. Whites won’t call it what it is because they’ll be accused of being racist. Blacks won’t mention it because it would require THEM to change their ways, and the blacks don’t want whites to know it’s their own problem to solve. The way things play out today, it’s the whites who have to change while the blacks can continue their self-destructive ways!”
My new friend would go on to become a decorated Air Force veteran. He let me know he doesn’t “dress ‘funny,’ have stupid hair-dos and doesn’t behave in suspicious ways.” It just might explain why Glen Smith hasn’t had anything but cordial relationships with the police for the past half century.
Finally, I’ll let Mark Twain have the last word: “Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”
Speaking for myself, I’d say it was a combination of the two.
Okay, Twain only got the next-to-last word. So sue me.
