A succinct, powerful commentary on the United States presidential election by Paul F. Lenzi, who describes himself as “an old school, conservative, flag waving, spirited patriot.” That’s exactly how my late parents and grandparents thought of themselves, and I’d like to think they’d share my disgust with The Fraud, the man who will likely become one of just two people with any chance of becoming the most powerful person in the world this November. (And for the record, I’m not a fan of the other likely candidate either, but the threat she represents is not nearly so dire.)
I hate the argument that dismisses comparisons of The Fraud to Hitler and Mussolini, simply because he isn’t assassinating his enemies and his followers aren’t goose-stepping in the streets. Continental European fascism, with its brutish displays of power and appeals to eugenics, is too antithetical to Anglo-American traditions to be anything more than a fringe movement in the United States. I believe it was George Orwell, writing in the 1930s, who claimed that English fascism would only come to power if it smiled rather than snarled. It’s the same sentiment expressed by Albert Brooks’ character in the 1987 film Broadcast News:
What do you think the Devil is going to look like if he’s around? Come on! Nobody is going to be taken in by a guy with a long, red, pointy tail! . . . He will be attractive! He’ll be nice and helpful. He’ll get a job where he influences a great God-fearing nation. He’ll never do an evil thing! He’ll never deliberately hurt a living thing… he will just bit by little bit lower our standards where they are important. Just a tiny little bit. Just coax along flash over substance. Just a tiny little bit.
I honestly believe The Fraud, should he somehow win the presidential election this fall, would be an existential threat to this country. A friend this week told me she feared The Fraud would start World War III, implode the national economy, or get assassinated were he elected; I replied that all three disasters would be near certainties. His presidency would be catastrophic, and the United States would at the end of his term be a dispirited, broken nation, as emotionally devastated as a parent watching their children being executed. I’m semi-serious here — The Fraud must be stopped, must be sent back to hosting his crappy television show, to losing money over his failed business deals, to pitching his mediocre brand of products. We can’t be cosigners to his fifth bankruptcy.
Sorry for the political rant, my friends, but this sentiment just had to come out at some point. And I’m doubly sorry for diverting attention from Paul F. Lenzi’s fine blog.