Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
Good morning, y’all. I know complaining about the heat in the Summer time is futile, but I’ve been perspiring like a lady of ill-repute in a house of worship. My five-day deodorant pad just up and quit about three days ago. As hot as I am, I ain’t sweating as bad as “The Donald”, though.
In case y’all missed the kerfuffle, The Donald was somewhat off message the other night in a response to CNN’s Don Lemon about Megyn Kelly. You can Google for the exchange, or watch any news show for five minutes and they’ll give you a blow by blow. I watched/listened to the whole thing, stem to stern, and I swear nothing registered with me at the time. Now we could take that to mean I am as insensitive as The Donald, or it could mean there’s people going over these tapes with more than a fine-toothed comb looking for The Donald’s Achilles heel. I personally believe both of his feet are made of clay, but I might be coming in from a different angle.
The Republicans have got a huge problem with The Donald. He appeals to the Ronald Reagan, give me a sound bite, make me feel better that I was born in America, totally clueless lemmings that just want to feel good about their accomplishment of having being born in the U.S.A. I know these people, they are my peeps. They are the people who when their world crashes around them take solace in the fact that at least God made them White. My peeps are unconcerned that ninety-nine per cent of the promises made will never come to fruition because they’re either illegal or completely impractical, or both. We just don’t want a Hispanic to have a nicer looking yard than we do, even if he works harder at it.
The Republicans have got to figure a way to get The Donald to toe the party line and keep his followers in the fold. The Donald can’t keep pulling back the curtain revealing the machinery behind the stage show, or the Republicans will cut him lose. If they cut him lose and he runs as an Independent, they’ve handed the election to the Democrats. If they keep him in the fold but can’t control his message, it may spell the end of the party.
The Donald can say it’s Political Correctness he doesn’t have time for, but really it’s the ability to empathize with someone who didn’t grow up with all of the advantages he has had. Political Correctness is that thing that keeps us from calling people that are different/not white the myriad of names we’ve developed for them over the years.
The Donald let his arrogance get the better of him with Megyn Kelly, and he reacted similar to calling an Irishman a “dumb Mick” for pointing out that your knowledge of Guinness was inferior. There’s a one word solution to this problem, I use it all of the time. Sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, Sir Elton John: