I gave Gary Johnson the benefit of the doubt on Aleppo. Heck, I didn’t know it instantly myself (c’mon, admit it, it took you a minute, too). But not being able to name two world leaders he admired, when he himself aspires to be in the club, makes him an unserious candidate.
And, please, don’t give me Dr. Jill Stein. Is she still being charged with vandalism?
Then, there’s Donald Trump. Sigh. So much has been written about him and so much more is to come, I’m afraid.
Hillary Clinton had just finished beating him on points during the first debate and had goaded him pretty successfully, to her credit. However, she also showed herself to be obnoxiously smug, condescending, and thoroughly unlikable.
When she spoke, she spoke in empty soundbite dialogue balloons – the ones the mainstream media and political elite love, but that really say nothing. I was reminded of the sound that the teacher makes in those Peanuts cartoon specials. You know -wah wah wah wah wah wah…
You could almost make an argument for Donald. Hey, he’s no career politician; he’s really genuine. I already had my next column in sight and, then, he tweeted out his inflammatory tweet about 1996 Miss Universe winner Alicia Machado.
Clinton had goaded Trump by bringing up a decades-old Trump quote, in which he called Machado “Miss Piggy,” referring to her weight gain after winning the title.
So, naturally, Trump had to strike back (as he always does) four days later, at 5 o’clock in the morning, with an obnoxious tweet on Twitter!
His campaign countered with “Well, at least, he’s up at 5AM.” Hey, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather my president be sleeping at that hour, not impulsively tweeting and lashing out at stupid things.
There went any potential column, I can tell you. I was stunned into writer’s block. How could I even think about writing something positive about, much less votingfor, this guy?
You know what came to mind? That scene in Memphis Belle when the crew, in what would be their last mission of the war, were sent on a bombing mission to Bremen, Germany, to take out an aircraft assembly plant.
On the initial bomb run, the Belle assumes the lead due to the original lead plane having to drop out of the formation. Then comes the boom of heavy anti-aircraft fire and the B-17 is tossed about as the bombardier takes over the run. The tail gunner, played by Harry Connick, Jr., who has nothing to do but wait, draws the Belle’s odds of survival on the cold- fogged window of his cramped tail gunner perch.
The target is clouded over, so the bombers have to go around again through the booming flak. My heart always pounds, even though I know the ending. As they go around for the second run, Connick, Jr., resignedly wipes off the original odds and puts longer odds up.
And that’s exactly how it is with Trump. He puts himself in a position to have to make another bombing run and the odds keep going up.
Here’s what I’m left with, and I think many Americans feel the same way: we can’t stand the thought of Hillary. She’s dishonest, cold, calculating, and would stop at nothing to be president, an office she’s been chasing for 30 years.
We want an alternative, so we’re forced to give Trump a serious look. And just when we can somehow justify a closer look at him, he acts out on impulse, usually when he perceives some kind of meaningless slight.
Who wants a president who can’t control his outbursts? We need someone who can at least put his cell phone down, for goodness’ sake.
Since that 5 a.m. tweet, other charges against Trump, with and without merit, have surfaced. The onslaught from the media will continue to be intense right up to November 8.
If Trump can’t start controlling his impulsive nature, the odds will just get longer.