Sorry for not blogging for so long, but I just had nothing more I could say about the 2016 election and the rise of Trump. I was turning to Stephen Colbert, Bill Maher, and Alec Baldwin who portrayed Trump on Saturday Night Live for some comic relief to cheer me up in what I deem to be the worst election of which I participated in my lifetime. And it didn’t end well. I was sure we would just bite the bullet and deal with four years of more the same with Hillary Clinton and have our beloved Republican Party re-establish its conservative base and possibly re-invent itself as a conservative outlet for all conservatives regardless of income bracket. I really thought on November 8, 2016 at 11 PM Eastern when the last polling places would close, that I had seen and heard the last of Donald J. Trump. Now I have to get used to saying the newest oxymoron in the American language today: President Trump.
While the election coverage pre-empted Stephen Colbert on CBS’s The Late Show, he did an election night special on the Showtime network. Not in the best of taste with some isolated nudity such as a male stripper covering his genitalia with a sign reading Marco Rubio re-elected in Florida, for what it is worth, Colbert made his best possible effort to be funny in a manner acceptable to a younger (ages 20-35) audience…we all have to earn a living somehow. Without the luxury of commercial breaks on Showtime, a promo for Showtime’s The Circus gave Colbert the break he needed to restructure. Coincidently, his guests were Mark Halpern and John Heilemann who in the show’s final season. They sat down on two chairs to the left of Colbert’s desk and proceeded to tell Colbert that Trump took the lead and is on his way to the presidency. Colbert’s face fell to the bottom of the desk. The grin was off his face and if he had freckles, they would have fallen onto the desk creating a polka-dot blotter and the man’s drollness turned to dourness as he sunk into the murky cellars of reality. The presidential candidate who has been the bud of every credible comedian’s jokes for a year and a half will now take the oath of office on 01.20.2017 at high noon Washington DC time and it is no longer a laughing matter.
The Republican Party will continue and I am not prepared to disavow myself of it while there are still good grass root conservatives who share my views. But the initials GOP which stand for Grand Old Party no longer apply. The elephant gets a makeover, excuse me, comb over, and the party is now at the crossroads and has to decide if it will be defined going forward by the Trump faction or the traditional faction established in 1854 in Rippon, Wisconsin. Three great presidents have defined the party and enticed me to join them when I became enfranchised into the system when I became of age to vote. Abraham Lincoln. Though the complete abolition of slavery cannot be fully ascribed to him, all but the passing of the Thirteenth Amendment happened on his watch so we should be the party of freedom and racial harmony (or at least tolerance), not with Trump, who cannot as much as disavow David Duke and the Ku Klux Klan. Teddy Roosevelt, the big-stick man who laid out the groundwork for an industrial nation where free enterprise and reasonable regulation could co-exist. Trump wants the American businessman to get away with everything he got away with to become supposedly a billionaire. And Ronald Reagan who had the insight to grow the economy by lifting the bad regulation, keeping the good regulation, allowing trickle-down economics without disregard for the middle class, who after the recession in the Carter years needed massive job creation; and sowed the seeds for freedom and democracy behind what we referred to as the Iron Curtin in the days of the Cold War. We cannot even be sure of NATO with Trump. Yes, George Washington warned us of permanent alliances, but as America was forced into the world economy some (especially NATO) became necessary evils and still are.
Alas, neither Lincoln, nor Teddy Roosevelt, nor Reagan would have cast a ballot for Donald Trump. My grandfather, Stanley H. Stroffolino (1902 – 1974) a well respective pharmacist in South Norwalk, Connecticut who served as State Senator in the 1940s, ran for mayor of Norwalk in 1951, cross-endorsed by the local Democrat party but lost to the independent candidacy of Socialist incumbent Irving C. Freese, and active in politics right to the end, like myself, would not have been quick to sever his ties to the elephant, but never would have rode Trump’s coattails, on even on streets paved with gold.
The 2016 election is behind us now and like most Americans, I now have to stand behind the president-elect, even if it is Donald J. Trump. Stand behind him but stay close to the back of the line, as it were. I will stand behind him for now, but I will not ride shotgun; if he represents the collision point of the vehicle moving the country, I do not want to be the first to crash. At a safe distance, I will need the help of God, fellow Republicans, some Democrats and independents who share my position, and anyone else up for the task to educate the masses that the Trump way is not the American way. While some conservative ideals are imbedded in his plan for his first 100 days, most of them are dangerous policies traveling incognito. I would rather do this than join a street protest, where violence can occur and every violent action is a political victory for The Donald..oh alright, President-elect Donald Trump. Be wary and hang in there.