I haven’t asked my family how they feel about Trump – because, as this person says:
She hasn’t inquired, because she doesn’t want to know. She’s fond of her boss. She respects him. But what if he’s made peace with a candidate who called for a ban on all Muslims entering the United States, mocked a disabled journalist, belittled John McCain’s experience as a prisoner of war, praised Vladimir Putin’s thuggish leadership style, complimented the Chinese government on its brutal handling of the uprising in Tiananmen Square, made misogynistic remarks galore and boasted during a debate about the size of his penis?
I feel the same way. My brother considers himself a conservative, considered President Bush a hero – and fully supported the Iraq War. When Bush became unpopular, he pulled in his horns a little – but probably thinks Trump is another hero of his. I say probably – because I am afraid to find out.
He ends this way:
There will be epic ugliness in the foreground of this election. But pockets of silence in the background will be just as unsettling, because they’ll reflect a despair and bafflement beyond words.