Bad To The Bone

At the onset of the 2016 presidential campaign when I looked in the mirror I saw an unremarkable white man.  Then the promise of an anti-establishment candidate added sparkle to my eyes.  The twin themes of pro-business and less government were music to my ears.

As the campaign progressed, I found myself defending one outrageous statement after another attributing them to “he’s not your traditional candidate,” or “he’s just being himself.”

The promise to build the infamous “Wall” seemed like an effective metaphor for keeping the country safe, but then the real reason elbowed its way to the forefront:  Xenophobia.  Stark, raving xenophobia. The diatribe against U.S. District Judge Gonzalo Curiel was transformative for me.  It was at that moment I drew the line.

Regrettably, xenophobia is just the tip of the iceberg.  Misogyny, demagoguery, racism, pathological lying, titanic narcissism…it adds up to a tidal wave of nasty.

I had allowed myself to slide down a slippery slope to the point where I was blind to the facts; more disturbing, I allowed my distaste for the opposing candidate to subvert common sense and reason.  It’s like going to a duel wearing a blindfold.   It’s unwise.  Imprudent. Potentially fatal.

Now my eyes are open.

Facing me now is a choice between two profoundly flawed candidates.  One is guilty of many things, mainly making bad decisions.  The other is bad to the bone.

I wish I had a better choice.