Make America Great Again
Fight
I’ve been a Trump hater. I’ve been neutral. I’ve been a reluctant would-be Trump voter. I’ve become an enthusiastic Trump supporter, and it’s cemented tonight.
There’s no need to remind about his failings; they are manifest. This is nothing to do with that.
My conscience tells me it’s my duty to vote for him, to say it in mixed company. The Democrats must not be in power one moment longer or we may well go to places we can’t even dream of.
Now is not the time to list the man’s failures; we’ve had enough of that.
He is goddamned brave, and I salute his defiance. To get back up, raise a fist, and yell “Fight!”
It speaks for itself.
Make America Great Again.
Here’s an anecdote I heard years ago, long before he ran, about Trump:
His limo got a flat tire while on the highway. While waiting for assistance, a middle aged couple stopped and asked if he needed help. The guy said he’d change the tire for Trump, and did. Trump thanked them and took their name and number. When he got home, he found out their home mortgage holder and paid off their rather considerable mortgage as thanks.
This is only one of the random acts of kindness I’ve heard about Trump over the years.
Every time I hear a DEMOCRAT mean-mouth Trump, I think of this story. It was one of the reasons I voted for him the first time, and why I’m crawling over glass this time.
The man’s guardian angels were on point today. Thank God.