Day 653, My gut and Trump.

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I tried today to figure out why I think Donald Trump is such a joke and why others seem to like his childish charm. I can understand that you dislike all the political correctness you see so much of. I don’t like that kind of weaseling around either. But if I look at the way he communicates, something his supporters can’t brush away or dismiss as fake news, you start to wonder. What if my doctor talked to me like that? Would I still take him seriously? Imagine telling what’s wrong with you, and you see the doctor’s eyes slowly roll and lose interest. It is so embarrassing for America. I feel it when I ask Americans about it. It’s like asking a friend how it goes with his child-molesting father. You don’t want to bring it up. On the other hand, there are still close to 100 million Americans who support Trump and recognize some of his qualities. I have never met the guy. I know him from the news, and I read 3 books about him. My gut never allowed me to watch his TV show because of the disgust his persona brought up in me, something my feminist mother taught my gut when I grew up. I guess he could be more charming if he made fun of his own strange habits. Some self-reflection is always a good quality in my book. But I guess that is too much to ask. His base likes him for his discrimination, male chauvinism, and money, not for his intellect. It is strange that many people dislike intellectuals and, at the same time, praise their freedom, rights, and democracy, all of which are products of intellectuals.

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