♣ 11-9-16, The Day After Election Day
Donald Trump is president-elect of the United States of America. A temperamental man with obvious narcissistic tendencies and irrepressible egocentric urges, he has no visible moral code, no apparent standard of ethics, no discernable principles in his little bag of tricks. Trump has nothing even vaguely like a political philosophy. Indeed he shows little character, little grace, little compassion, little restraint, little grasp of the seat to which he accedes.
Donald Trump’s a wild card. He’s totally unpredictable, just as prone to evil as good, just as liable to harm as help, just as likely to do damage as to make reparation. It’s said Trump’s a bull who packs his own china shop given his uncanny knack for self-sabotage. He’s his own worst enemy. I worry, is he ours?
On that score, it seems about fifty percent of the US voting public yesterday threw all caution to the wind, abandoned principle, thwarted precious American values and frightfully, impetuously, undermined the dignity and integrity of our nation, a dignity and integrity which, not unlike freedom put wrong, we’ll be hard-pressed to put right again. Votes for Trump only served to undermine the dignity and integrity of the USA, this erstwhile magnificent, luminous, awe-inspiring beacon of freedom and justice and for what–yet another empty vow of sweeping political change.
Donald Trump has shown the world exactly who he is in his actions of the past year-and-a-half. The American working middle class has nonetheless brought to highest office a demonstrably brash man of languishing integrity, a low-life, a cheap cad of excruciatingly weak moral fiber.
They’ve compromised the White House with a boldfaced slanderer, philanderer, a panderer to racists and bigots, to misogynists and xenophobes, the shameless author of provable lies, tall tales and mud-slinging rhetoric.
They’ve designated undisputed leader of the free world a great preening narcissist, a raging western chauvinist, an inveterate snob, bloating braggart, arch authoritarian, dogma-drooling demagogue, divisive rabble-rouser, a devout fear-monger, hater elite, that cruel, contemptuous advocate for the deeply personal, supra-professional savaging of friend, enemy, rival and detractor alike, fierce predator, the great white breast-thumping hunter of the ever ubiquitous doe-eyed scapegoat.
Tell me: Where is honor? Where is reason? Where is insight? Where is simple, honest, everyday common sense? What on earth has happened to America’s bygone reverence for righteousness and truth, its long-gone respect for the noble and dignified? What’s become of our erstwhile heart, our traditional good will, our once quite natural inclination toward the welcome of strangers, that good old-fashioned yankee hospitality that once worked hard to forge America’s legend? Perhaps it perished in the early twentieth century neath the tonnage of pre-conceived notions, rife suspicions and rabid resentments of the great immigration. Where is national pride, whence the great collective consciousness and sharper understanding of what America stands for?
Is it possible I’m dreaming and we’ve always been a cold, course, self-serving culture, never warm, never caring, never giving, never refined, never virtuous, never gracious nor ever idealistic. I only know I can’t shake the nauseating sense that having put Trump in office, some half of US voters might well have made a deal with the devil. If they have I only hope against hope there isn’t hell to pay.
I can’t quell a vomit-provoking vibe that some fifty percent of the US voting public have relinquished all commitment to the sacred, founding, time-honored principles of democracy, human rights, social justice and freedom, the inviolable formula for a glue that’s bound Americans together over two glorious centuries and in trade for this hollow pledge of less elitist government from a disingenuous man as elitist as they come.
No, I can’t help feeling this obscure cross-section has sacrificed our great American heritage to an echo of cacophony rising from an empty little shell strewn idle on the beach. Such grave compromise comes at staggering cost.
It’s disconcerting too that in the shadow of the vitriolic Trump campaign, a cheap sham prancing and courting the worst in human instinct, those many votes for Trump belied votes in favor of racism, bigotry, misogyny, xenophobia and cruelty. Those many votes for Trump concealed votes in favor of enmity, bullying, incivility and violence which today imbue hate crimes, sexual assault on women, fits of grave instability and random chaos, grievous wrong seldom blooming under viable leadership .
Minority groups nationwide awoke with dread today to harsh rekindlings of ire, resentment, condescension and bias, uncertainty and hostility, trepidation and much renewed loathing of fresh negative scrutiny, injustice and attack both verbal and physical in the land where all are guaranteed welcome and safety, acceptance and peace of mind, where all are underwritten life, liberty, happiness and equality, a land in which minorities were well upon the road to grasping miniscule fragments of this yet elusive covenant when Donald Trump so rudely interrupted. Does Donald Trump grasp any of this?
What a sad pass this is. What a fall from grace to play upon the world stage, an untoward testament to our imminent decline, sorry tribute to the breakdown of a noble civilization, grim accounting which alone those yet high-minded of the American voting public can acknowledge and appreciate.
What’s done is done. We have a new president. We can only move to bond behind our newly elected leader and with all due diligence as a free, just and pluralistic culture simply back him when he’s right, just buck him when he’s wrong and where necessary hold the man accountable in the fond hope that some small vestige of fine American values may survive the next four to eight years. Meanwhile, fasten your seatbelts kids. We’re in for a bumpy ride.
–♦©M. D. Phillips–awincingglare.com