Cripes, this article is infuriating. Let me start by admitting that I’m one of the few people who was indifferent to, or maybe ambivalent about, Trump. I don’t think he was President material, but some very good things were accomplished on his watch. (I can list them, but this post is too long as it is.)
I know many people who are fervent anti-Trumpers. I’ve asked them what actual harm he caused and the answer boiled down to “he said mean things and didn’t lead by example.” I ignore the “he was a murderer and killed 400,000 people with Covid-19” people because they’re so unhinged there’s no getting through to them.
I’ll acknowledge that Trump was in it for Trump. I’ll acknowledge that he set a bad example under Covid. But I am a responsible, intelligent adult and I don’t need someone to lead me by example. I can read the news out of China and figure out that if there’s a deadly virus on the loose there, it won’t be long till it’s here. I’m also savvy enough to figure out that politicians and their minions think they’re smarter than the rest of us and will lie to us to get us to do what they want (Fauci and face masks, for example). The point is, my well-being is my responsibility and I don’t need anyone to set an example for me to follow.
I have some neighbors whose ardor for Mr. Trump knows no limits. Their house was festooned with campaign banners before, during and after the election. They clearly belonged to the camp that believed he won the election, actual results be damned. But you know what? They’re nice people. Decent. A kid in the Marines. A couple of other respectful, well-behaved kids. They always go full Griswold decorating their house for Halloween and Christmas.
I ran into them during a walk and mentioned how much the neighborhood kids loved coming by their house during the holidays. “That’s why we do it,” the wife replied. “We love to watch their faces when they come by. We used to go out with cookies, but now, well...”
I get it. No act of kindness or generosity is without suspicion (or even appreciated) these days, especially if you have the “wrong” politics. But you know what? To hell with that and to hell with the people who feel superior and scorn those whose views aren’t the same as the cool kids’. Those people are missing out on knowing some of the nicest, most decent people there are — their neighbors. To hell with Virginia Heffernan and her miserable, pathetic feelings. I’d rather spend my time with the “Trumpites next door” than any of them, anyway.