I don’t care for Trump.
Maybe you’ve picked up on that. I don’t know if I’ve really articulated the reasons, though. But then, thinking about it, it’s a bit hard to explain exactly why.
It’s like if I walked into my living room and saw someone had vomited right in the middle of the floor. I’d say, “Oh, I do not like this. This is something I don’t care for.” But what if someone else then responded really indignantly, “Why? What’s wrong with it?” I’d probably be taken aback. I don’t think I’d have a good response right away. I’m just used to my displeasure of vomit on things being accepted without question. Now that I have to explain it, I’m a bit confused as where to start.
Which is not to say I don’t understand the appeal of vomit in certain situations. Like seeing vomit all over everything Barack Obama tried to accomplish, my reaction is, “Oh, how amusing. How droll.” But the problem with vomit is it’s not very discriminating on what it gets on. So at other times I’m like, “Oh no. Vomit is all over the principles most important to me! No one will take them seriously with vomit all over them!”
Now — and this is very important — just because I’m comparing Trump to vomit, doesn’t mean there’s someone else I’d rather be president or believe would do a better job. Trump’s fine as president; I’m not freaking out about it. In fact, to me the most optimal thing that could happen next is for Trump to go into the 2020 elections with under 20% approval and then win reelection easily.
But I don’t care for him.
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