I Don’t Give A Tinker’s Dam About Trump

 

Copying a Facebook post from the article linked below.

https://www.theatlantic.com/family/archive/2021/03/trump-friend-family-relationships/618457/

An interesting article, but one that somehow  misses the very basic point of the entire situation. Some excerpts plus comments:

>During the Trump presidency, “she had crossed over to a side I had never known or seen before,” Luna told me. “I will miss the old person, not the new one.” Over the past five years, many other Americans have found themselves in a similar position, measuring the gap between what a relationship was like before Trump entered politics and what it was like after.

... Instead, many of those who dislike Trump talked about having seen for the first time a troubling side of their friend or family member—one they could never un-see.<

Unfortunately so much of this article is summed up in the following sentence with which I profoundly disagree:

>... “If you have a long history with people who have treated you well and loved you, is it really all ruined by who they voted for?”<

It isn’t about the fact that they voted for Trump. It’s about the fact that they revealed themselves to be virulent bigots. It’s about the fact that they revealed themselves to be white supremacists. It’s about the fact that they support the mass murder of political enemies. It’s about the fact that they deny science.  It’s about the fact that they deny that reality is a real thing.  It’s about the fact that they wish to destroy democracy. How can the author of this article not realize that?

I repeat, people I have known for over half my life have revealed themselves to be racist and profoundly prejudiced; full of bigotry and virulent spiritual poison. Trump? I don’t give a damn about Trump. I care about basic decency.

In theory, naïveté is quite charming. It’s even adorable. In a world of bigotry and hatred, it is pitiful.

Note:  Tinkers were travelers who went about the Irish countryside repairing things. Travelers still exist in Britain today, but they don’t go about patching pots, sharpening knives, etc. They now travel in modern trailers, not horse drawn wagons. The term tinker’s dam refers to a small ridge of dirt they might push up in order to hold in water or whatever material they were using to make a repair. In other words, its about as worthless as an item can be after its single (and very short term) application.