The National Review depicts Trump as a phony changeling as if change were not possible. The editors paint a bad picture of conservatism to insist on static personality, not allowing Trump’s development.
If they can’t understand Trump’s metamorphosis then they can’t understand personality growth or political development.
The Review says that Trump “has supported abortion, gun control, single-payer health care a la Canada, and punitive taxes on the wealthy.”
I really understand Trump’s late development because I too used to be a liberal. I thought abortion was a breeze, guns were for disgusting weaklings who couldn’t fist fight and everyone should be entitled to a doctor to save their lives.
For that matter, everyone should be able to live forever if we could just strike a bargain with God.
Now I have grown up, despite my previous position as a simple-minded, short term schlock and my attempts to pretend that I was loving without taking responsibility for my ideas.
It is precisely the turncoats like myself who become the most vehemently conservative. Change is beautiful; not an indictment of phoniness.
I am so horrified by my previous desire to fit into the liberal community of false ideas that I vilify liberals to justify myself.
Sure it is easy to criticize Trump for not spelling out how he is going to export 11 million illegals or how he is going to limit government. He has not spent enough time in the liberal womb to gestate a coherent plan yet.
I would rather have a leader with a correct philosophy who has yet to spell out the details than a leader with a destructive liberal philosophy that would ruin the long term success of America.
The National Review criticizes Trump for promising the moon. When I was young I would have rather had a woman who promised me fourth base than one who told me to keep my hands to myself.
So I believe Trump’s conservative ideas are true because I believe in my own. I know him inside out because I know myself inside out. We are not conservatives in a rigid ideological way the way liberals are stuck in their false good will.
When I was a teenager I went from a juvenile delinquent to a straight “A” student.
I believe in what I became and I became what I believed in.
As we used to say during the Vietnam War, “Give peace (Trump) a chance.”
