The Republican Party is not being defined by Donald Trump, the party is defining itself. They had seventeen alternatives and chose DJT.
I keep hearing this feigned panic, from the self-identified Republican establishment, about stopping Trump. Where were they when the blatant racial animus they whipped up toward the President was and still is on display, for not only the United States but the world. They have created a monster, he has escaped from the lab and now they want the followers they have armed with torches and pitchforks to turn on their choice. Of the seventeen potential presidential candidates from the Conservative bench, we heard was so deep, some were so flawed they were virtually laughed off the stage. Chris Christie, who was accused of closing down a commuter bridge in a hissy fit, fell by the wayside. Carly Fiorina, the failed CEO of Hewlett Packard, who led them to huge domestic job losses and left with a golden parachute, fell by the wayside. The fledgling Governor of Wisconsin, Scott Walker, is back home trying to once again destroy unions and run Planned Parenthood out of existence. The bench, in reality, was loaded with second stringers and anchored by the brother of a horrendous President, oh @#% JEB!
So they have rejected John Kasich, as being too moderate (moderate in disposition, not positions), Dr. ‘Slumber’ Ben Carson, and two men of Latino descent bent on ridding the country of, well ehh, Latinos. Ted Cruz, is suspiciously, dishonest and Marco Rubio is, literally, a thirsty wannabee. All this has led to the Party into deciding, let us be who we really are, homophobic, xenophobic and racist. They have substituted the presidential decorum, they demanded of President Obama, for a potential, 5th avenue gun shooting, protester face punching, insulting, name caller. The Leaders of the United States’ Senate have joined the party and decided that the President is really three-fifths of a leader. RNC Chair Reince Priebus, you had better declare the patient dead, the autopsy is complete. For all the, Hillary Lovers and those of you feeling The Bern whatever your preference, VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!