I have tried, lately, to be positive: pro-life rather than pro-death, pro-immigrant rather than pro-illegal, pro-civilization rather than pro-Marx. So I am a Republican. My family in California is Democrat, except for my youngest brother, Rudy, his wife Karin, my niece Ingrid and her husband, Rodney, and Astrid, Ingrid’s mother. That’s not a bad group to write for.
When the media (which, of course, are against Trump and therefore Democrat) have found such beautiful words like narcissistic, egoistic, self-centered and impetuous to describe our President, who happens to be Republican, fire all their volleys, there is little left for anyone but a Democrat. This despite the fact that their candidate is so weak from mourning family deaths and from age-related lapsus memoriae that he cannot even mount a campaign outside Delaware.
Well now, this is a volley from one of the deplorables, or as Obama called us, the clingers, though what I cling to is Western Civilization, and its greatest influence, Jesus Christ. I find nothing to be ashamed there.