Greetings From the Left (...ish)

MAGA, MAHA, & ME

Back by popular demand!

Today, I have another guest post from my good friend (and a fellow Haman Nature subscriber) who was a life-long Democrat until recently. In it, she explains why she voted for Trump/Vance this year.

It’s a fascinating tale that many can relate to.

Enjoy!

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The corporate media, Democratic elite, and pundits everywhere, are making claims about why Trump won in what can only be called a landslide, and why Harris lost an embarrassingly crushing defeat. They blame poor messaging, uneducated white women (you talkin’to me?), bad polling data, podcasters platforming “bad ideas”, and a host of similarly uninspired takes.

Though I won’t claim to know more or better than them, I do have the “lived experience” of a lifelong California Democrat who voted straight Republican in this election. If I didn’t know anything about the candidate, I looked to his or her party affiliation, found the Republican option and filled in the bubble.

If they want to know why they lost the country, maybe they should consider talking to Gen Xers like me, who have been summarily abandoned by the party who raised them.

This former deranged hater, gleefully voted for Trump/Vance in the presidential race, even though Bobby gave his supporters permission to vote for him in the inconsequential states like mine.

I considered doing this, because we desperately need a viable 3rd party, if for no other reason than to hold the other 2 parties to account. In the end (and I mean at the very last possible moment), I decided that being included in the popular vote was more important this election, where a Trump mandate would give our country a fighting chance at transformation.

My son summed it up in a text he sent me, along with a photo of his ballot selection, “We don’t get RFK Jr. without Trump.” Indeed, we don’t, because the Democratic Party gate keepers thought we were better served by a man half dead or a woman we, the electorate, had dismissed with a full throated “NO!” early in the 2020 Democrat primary.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I was giddy on election night. Not since Obama in 2008, had I been this invested in a candidate or an election’s outcome. I didn’t weep when Trump took the stage and claimed victory (like I did for Obama) but I was joyful, relieved and filled with an unfamiliar hope for the future of our country. Trump was surrounded on stage by people I liked, loved and admired, an unlikely group of superheroes outfitted to save the country.

Trump made my night by name-checking RFK Jr. and affirming his promise to set Bobby loose on the corrupted establishment shills too concerned with personal enrichment to worry about the failing health of our nation. In that moment he was letting me know that my vote was not in vain, that he would keep his promise not just to Bobby, but to the millions of his supporters who helped bring in this mammoth win.

It’s early days and how this pans out is anyone’s guess, but rest assured I’m crossing fingers and praying to all the gods, that Trump is the man to meet the moment.

Say it with me now, “Fight, fight, fight!”

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That was just great! Thank you very much for “guest-posting” today, dear reader. You know who you are.

Naturally,

Adam

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