I am motivated to make today’s post early.
It’s been eight days shy of a year since Donald Trump became President of the United States. (Yes, if you’re a US Citizen he is your President whether you like it or not.)
Before the election, I was utterly convinced Trump would be at least as big a disaster as Hillary. His history was pretty strongly left wing. Even in the campaign he’d thrown five, arguably six, of the amendments in the Bill of Rights under the bus. And the only thing to counter that was his rhetoric–words from a man who wrote the book (literally) on “sell the fantasy”, in saying what you have to to make the deal, who had admitted that what he was saying was “just flexible suggestions.” And once he started to govern from a left-wing position (as I fully expected) all of the results would be blamed on “the right” (which to the media means anybody not left-liberal-progressive, ignoring the actual complexities of people’s positions). And that would be all she wrote for the Republic for at least a generation, probably a century.
I was wrong. Praise Odin, I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I have never been so glad to be wrong in my entire life. That’s not hyperbole. I mean that with complete sincerity.
Even now, if he were to revert to the left-wing kleptocrat that I expected during the campaign, there are things that are done that won’t be undone, not easily. Goresuch on the Supreme Court (not perfect, but oh so much better than anyone Hillary would have nominated). Other judicial nominees.
For the first time in more than a decade, I actually have hope that the light of Freedom will not be extinguished in my lifetime.