There is a growing chasm between me and the base. I am reasonably certain that the divide is too wide, the fissure too deep, the differences too many, that there is no turning back.
The “base,” as you may have guessed, is that ubiquitous avatar that still supports Donald Trump. Now, mind you, there are certainly conflicted conservatives — those individuals who begrudgingly voted for him out of duty to the party or because of the certainty of conservative Supreme Court justices — but generally speaking, they don’t qualify as the base. Those folks are, for all intents and purposes, conservatives with a soul.
No, I am talking about those MAGA’s who are still all in. Those people who attend the rallies, who wear the hats, who, despite all logical and reasonable call to despise the man, yet seem to not only support him but love him.
If you have uttered, for example, any of the following sentiments in the past year:
“I don’t care about tone — I care about results, and he’s getting the job done.”
“He’s doing exactly what he promised he’d do. How’s your portfolio doing, by the way?”
or — diving deeper into Magadook territory:
“So what if Russia meddled in the election? As long as Trump won.”
“I don’t give a shit who pays for it, as long as we get the wall.”
“Uh — read the bible. Even David was a sinner, and he was God’s chosen one. So what if Trump raw-dogged a pornstar while his third wife was nursing their newborn? We’re all sinners. God chose Trump!”
…then you’re the base. And if you’re the base, you and I are done.
You see, it’s not about political differences. I know and love a lot of conservatives, Republicans, former Bush supporters, McCain fans, and generally right-leaning folks.
I can chat all day with those people about the 2nd Amendment, reproductive rights, kneeling during the National Anthem, and much more. While we may disagree with some of the nitty-gritty about which we’re debating, I still see them as allies in the overarching journey to becoming a better human and making the world a better place.
You’ve traded your soul for something intangible — the promise of fewer brown people, of a whiter neighborhood and a better stock market.
However, if you still support Trump — I mean actively, enthusiastically support him, then we have a problem. The problem, as I see it, is that I don’t know you. I thought I did, but the person who willingly embraces a man so devoid of basic humanity, of empathy, a malignant narcissist who mocks the disabled or the veteran, who is dishonest to his core, is using the Presidency to enrich himself and his family, who understands nothing about governing, the constitution or the rule of law, and who, by all measure is the single most corrupt President in the history of the republic, is a stranger to me.
You’ve traded your soul for something intangible — the promise of fewer brown people, of a whiter neighborhood and a better stock market. You’ve leveraged your integrity in exchange for a clueless carnival barker who has captivated you with his “step right up!” theatrics and promise of all manner of magic behind the curtain.
You’ve excused, justified and twisted yourself into pretzels in a sad attempt to explain your support for him with your “Hillary would have been worse” tropes; your “promises kept” bumper stickers and your tired “he’s not a politician” line.
Let’s face it. If this clown crashed your Christmas party, you’d be horrified that such a brash, loudmouthed horse’s ass was insulting your guests and pissing in your punch bowl. If he were the pastor of your church, you’d be the first in line to form a “kick Pastor Donald out of town” committee. Somehow, you love him as your president. Fascinating as to what that says about you and your heart.
The bottom line, though? Here it is. You support a person who is trying to hurt people that I love. It’s that simple. Your president has proven, time and again, that he seeks to marginalize African Americans, Muslims, Women, the LGBTQ community, Mexicans, and more. You know it. I know it. He has encouraged hatred from his base towards all of those groups. We see it day after day, memorialized on grainy cell-phone video in coffee shops, subway trains, and in parking lots.
His policies seek to harm my family. His emboldening of hate toward “others” seeks to harm my family. His trashing of the environment seeks to harm my family. And you are his surrogate. As such, you — my friend, cousin, sibling, co-worker, acquaintance, or client; you seek to harm my family.
So it’s over. And, as they say — It’s not me, it’s you.