After watching the speeches leading up to trump’s acceptance tonight, I turned off the television and watched the much more placid Batman v. Superman. There was no way this DVR was going to register on the logs of my cable provider and feed the ego of the liberal monster who hijacked my party.
Since then, I’ve watched a recorded version of the trumpian screed, full of unconstitutional, authoritarian policies, free of any Neilsen ratings, while reading the prepared remarks leaked earlier in the day. Amazingly, the Cheet-o Jesus stayed close to his teleprompter, venturing off script for the occasional, “believe me, believe me,” or “let me tell you.” What irked me most, however, was the tone of his invective – in a speech that lasted 1 hour, 12 minutes, Donald shouted every line emphatically, never swaying, rising, falling or using dynamic.
Listen to how every word is read at level 10, and his utter cluelessness of what he was saying until it came on the screen. It’s so obvious.
For sure, when Donald is off the cuff, he’s a lot more engaging, but tonight, in the words of Chris Wallace, his speech became more a labor of endurance than a seized opportunity. It made for the most boring acceptance speech in memory, with one reporter remarking that “these delegates are clearly feeling [the late hour].”
My head hurt.
I have never hidden my disdain for the Clinton plant, as he’s used subversion and emotional manipulation to browbeat the party I love into a compliant service dog. Using the most uncivil, childish and boorish of tactics, he went after every opponent whether they were on television, print or radio, on the debate stage or elected leaders coolly playing off his hateful rhetoric as “inarticulate.” Eventually, he got to the finish line, receiving the lowest percentage of any Party nominee in modern history.
Earlier in the day, Mr. trump had a closed meeting with 300 powerful donors with the Republican party, but someone was smart enough to get some of his words out of the room. “The Independents would beat the Republicans!” Trump shouted in confidence, if he ran solo. As if to lord his victory over his captive minions, he went on to mock the party that he was about to receive the nomination for.
Meanwhile, 2,474 GOP delegates and even more alternates wandered the halls and hotels of downtown Cleveland, dancing, eating and enjoying the party before their ceremonial gassing.
But in a final flip of the bird, trump finished his long, yawning shout with none other than the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
No, really. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“But I went down to the demonstration
To get your fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse”
You can’t always get what you want…”
Donald openly flirted with running for President twice before, but the third time was the charm, and he wanted to celebrate. With the most ballsy, in-your-face taunt of all time, the newly-minted Democrat GOP nominee mocked throngs of Republican delegates, as they danced in the aisles, singing of their Carthaginian defeat.
WHAT YOU ARE SPEAKS SO LOUDLY
This isn’t about speeches, lights, or even just policies. The very things we complain about in politics are collectively borne in trump – the manipulation of political money, the back room deals, the arrogance, the progressivism and constant dishonesty. A candidate can speak as long, loudly and breathless as they want, but ultimately, who they are matters more than what they say. As the old axiom goes, “what you are speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say.”
The lemming-like capitulation of this Republican Party is unlike anything we’ve seen. I’ve been a political junkie since I was a child, watching my first GOP convention at eight years old, in 1988. But the conventions since then have always been a sales pitch between like minds – massaging the other 20% we disagree on, reminding ourselves of a common goal.
But defeating Clinton is not his goal – changing the Party is.
This last week was anything but a Republican National Convention, and more of a trumpian National Conversion. I watched Republican after Republican leader I’ve admired fall down and kiss the feet of the liberal populist, cheering his diatribes and progressive positions, applauding one Democrat after another on stage. It was surreal.
IVANKA AS TROJAN HORSE
I was blown away to hear the stream of Democrats keynote our convention. He was introduced by a registered Democrat philanthropist/activist who preceded his imperious speech with their list of Democrat social policy points: his registered-Democrat daughter (recently “converted,” after being unable to vote for her dad in the NY primary), dished a laundry list of Democrat social policies across the crowd of 15,000 so smoothly, gently and articulate that most had no idea she was outlining her father’s plan to adopt nearly the entire Democratic Party social agenda. Federally-subsidized childcare, expanded maternity leave and equal pay are now Republican priorities, under trump we trust.
She’s poised, beautiful, thoughtful and clear, but as liberal as any other Democrat in Manhattan. Still, the thousands of red elephant hats and flag-bearing chattel kept waving and whistling while she spoke.
This isn’t about not being conservative enough. My beef is not being unable to find a candidate with whom I agree enough to vote for. It isn’t even the fact that his behavior is emotionally unstable, textbook narcissism. It’s that trump is not a Republican. He’s not one of us. Before he joined the race, he held the complete opposite view of everything he now claims.
He’s accomplished a coup d’état. And the Party elite that laid down this year will one day be dead and gone, leaving my generation to mop up this mess and restore integrity and the rule of law they destroyed this cycle.One GOP delegate, sent to Cleveland as an alternate finally had enough of the solidarity ensamble, and went home a day early. He valued time with his kids more than watching their future being sold to a marauder. Bill Folk, former Racine County GOP chairman and current conservative party activist and party soldier didn’t leave without first giving his thoughts on the #NevertRump movement he holds to and the viability of this forced “unity.”
Ultimately, our Party made history tonight, by being the first convention to ever nominate a Democrat as the GOP nominee for President of the United States.
After a week where the stage had just as many Democrats as so-called Republicans praising our Gilded Toad, I have determined this presidential election is void to me. I will #VoteMyConcience and support every REPUBLICAN on the ticket, but it’s the RNC’s fault that this will only be at the state and local level.
Hillary and Bill Clinton succeeded, and future experts will look back at that June 2015 phone call between Bill and Donald as the moment of the greatest political coup in modern history.
This is the legacy of Reince Preibus, and the 2016 Republican National Committee delegates: you can’t always get what you want, including my vote.