Absolute barn-burner of a piece today over on Esquire from Charles Pierce, on the subject of coddling so-called “regretful” Trump voters. I’ve been on this particular train for awhile now (to be perfectly frank: I already disliked these people when they were “only” stupid – why should I become more sympathetic when they add racist/fascist or supportive ofthe same to the mix?) but it’s nourishing to hear it presented with so much genuine perspective and (yes) appropriate empathy.
Money ‘graph, as far as I’m concerned:
“Holy mother of god, I’m tired of reading quotes from people who live in places where the local economy went to hell or Mexico in 1979, and who have spent the intervening years swallowing whatever Jesus Juice was offered up by theocratic bunco artists of the Christocentric Right, and gulping down great flagons of barely disguised hatemongering against the targets of the day, all the while voting against their own best interests, now claiming that empowering Donald Trump as the man who will “shake things up” on their behalf was the only choice they had left. You had plenty of choices left.”
I assume that sounds “mean-spirited” to some, and I suppose to a degree it is. But then you remember that these are people who either endorse or are “basically okay” with condemning the actual most vulnerable people in our society (minority and immigrant communities, LGBTQ youth, etc) to misery, pain and death and jeering them as “snowflakes” when they object – so I’d say they’ve earned a little scorn.
Eventually, in the name of moving on and the greater good, decent people will have to find a way to accept sharing the world with onetime Trumpists – but if there’s justice, every single person who ever so much as glanced positively in the direction of “Make America Great Again” will carry the crushing heartache of knowing what they did (and not being “allowed” by polite society to deny, forget or mitigate it) for as long as they live.