Presidential candidate campaigning, whether in the nominating or electing spin cycle, hasn’t been this much fun since 1992 when North Texas’ own multibillionaire H. Ross Perot ran for president on the platform that if there’s a problem “You have to pull the car over the side of the road and look under the hood.“
It doesn’t matter if Candidate Donald Trump is a Foon buff or a buffoon. Doesn’t matter if you love him or loathe him. What he is doing is flushing political correctness down the toilet and into the sewer where it belongs.
Trump is like an MMA fighter who has climbed into the ring with a boxer. Everyone from the prizefighting fraternity, the slugfest fans, the boxing match media, the fisticuffs fanatics, the Hollywood fight filmmakers, the sports spokespeople, the past pugilists and the time-honored tradition of eloquent aficionados mesmerized by the mystique of the squared circle all expected to see a classic contest mandated by the Marquess of Queensberry code.
What they got is Trump kicking, striking, punching, jabbing, choking, stomping, slamming and grappling in utter disdain for years of carefully staged and rehearsed political verbal sparring. He’s not following the rules. He’s not playing nice with others. He’s breaking all the conventions and inventing his own takedown moves as he goes along.
Anyone who has had it up to here with liberal whining and conservative pomposity should be loving every minute of it. Libertarians especially know that neither the Republicans nor Democrats will willingly offer up any empty suit or pantsuit that strays from the straight-and-narrow bought-and-paid-for in-the-hip-pocket don’t-rock-the-status-quo figurehead candidate anyway so why not just giggle with glee at the utter bewilderment and discombobulation from Trump’s theatrical thumpings.
Watching Trump is like watching a Saturday Night Live skit, like reading a Mad Magazine lampoon, like listening to clueless lefty and righty statists pretending to know what libertarianism is about (“Who will build the roads????”), like watching the Three Stooges walk into a lavish formal soiree with tuxedos and gowns and starting a pie fight.
That’s why Trump represents a breath of fresh medical grade oxygen therapy. And happily in this election cycle even the Dems have dipped a toe into the silliness cesspool by giving us an actual self-announced socialist politician in the form of Bernie Sanders as opposed to all the unannounced socialists they’ve typically been inviting to their pool party over the years.
Maybe these risible routines will become routine in all upcoming vote cycles. At the very least until these people start taking Libertarian Party partiers seriously why should any libertarian take any of them seriously?