I suspect everyone has a breaking point. I’ve reached mine. As a lifelong Republican voter, I can’t vote to reelect President Trump after this past week.
I know the world will not end because I voted other than for the incumbent, and I don’t expect things to change overnight. My vote will be a morality and performance vote.
Thoughtless supporters crowding at the Michigan rally without face protection speaks loud about the success of the president’s withheld information from us in early February. Even if he wanted to avoid a panic, anyone going to the grocery store in March knows there was panic anyway.
Combine that with tweets that suggested civilians should riot if kept in shutdown, never a face mask when he appeared in public, and using any occasion to model how devotees should behave in public as the body count mounted and, well, I just can’t do it this year.
From where I sit, rallies without face masks have taken on the same allure as red arm bands in 1938 Europe.
We’ve lost 193,000 United States citizens since the pandemic began. To provide perspective, during World War II, U.S. citizen casualties numbered 473,000 from Dec. 7 until surrender. We’re half way to a World War tally in eight months and not a shot has been fired nor an enemy killed.
It’s unconscionable that a leader would keep information and defer meaningful action from those he pledged to protect. It borders on the absurd that the same leader encourages and models lethal behavior at current meetings and rallies.
Two examples: I worked at Ford Motor Co. in the 1980s. Few companies are as deeply American as is Ford. Henry Ford spent a lifetime and vast resources making sure the Ford Motor Co. was dependent on no one domestic or foreign. At a factory where the current Ford chairman and president toured with our president, he was the only one not wearing a face mask even though it was required of everyone on site. My love and respect for Ford was insulted.
In the past month, 1,500 people I might have voted for two years ago sat close together absent masks during the Republican National Convention acceptance speech (yes, I watched the convention) for no other reason than presidential vanity. I’m done. I’m throwing in the towel. Too many people have died, all of us have suffered and too many politicians are glib about it.
And not just the president — I’m done with the people who support him. Crenshaw, nope; Cornyn, no. Wesley Hunt, not this time. Mark Henry, who’s Mark Henry? Since I can’t vote for or against them, I hope Graham and McConnell lose. I’m finished with the entire cabal.
The Republican Party today doesn’t resemble the game I signed up to play. Deficit control, justice for all, small government and respect for our military — all have been dealt an ideological blow. Maybe I’ll come back in a few years but not this tragic year.