Dear People Who Think Trump is a Racist,
Trump is no more racist than Martin Luther King. He has no convictions except as relative to his weave. He IS a craven, one-man shitstorm who would blow every person of color on the planet in Times Square, while wearing a Red Lobster hat, and singing a duet with the Naked Cowboy if he thought it would get him a single line of ink (positive or negative) in the Drudge Report.
Remember the last election when Mike Huckabee was the reasonable one? Just a nice guy from Hope, Arkansas. Charming in a homespun Cracker Barrel restaurant sort of way.
Now, his creepy Pat Robertson roots are showing. He is not only vehemently religious in his intolerant zeal, he’s vehement enough that other candidates give him a wide berth when forced to take a position on his latest screed. He has become one of the great unhinged, somewhere to the right of Genghis Khan.
The Supremes have decided about gay marriage along very predictable ideological lines and — if you’ll excuse an unfortunate metaphor — the butt hurt is strong in some. Some of my conservative friends are in a funk, convinced they are doomed to irrelevancy for eternity. Others are — again, excuse the metaphor — taking the intransigent “The straight shall rise again” approach. Neither of these positions are true and what’s more, neither of them are very cogent.
Gay supporters, forget the notion the fight is over. Gay marriage may now be simply marriage, but that doesn’t mean truly equal rights. Depending on the state, legally married queer folk can still be fired or have benefits denied. Systemic discrimination will live on. People who won’t live next door to “one of those” or that drop a vicious remark or intentional slight abound. They won’t go away…ever. People are like that. You can legislate discrimination. You can’t legislate human emotions, no matter how hard you try.