Why a Female Likes Donald Trump - A Woman's Perspective
Yes, I like Trump. Yes, I am angry: A Woman's Perspective
By Jennifer Kabbany
Yes, I like Trump. Yes, I am angry.
I am sick of pundits on the right and left admonishing people like me for liking Donald Trump, calling us idiots and racists or telling us we're ruining the Republican Party because we appreciate his candor and courage.
Do I want Donald Trump to be the next president of the United States? No.
Am I excited by his candidacy and campaign? Hell, yeah.
While I understand on an intellectual and electable level why Scott Walker, Marco Rubio or Rand Paul make the sensible choice - and one of those three men will get my primary vote - I can't help but be drawn to Trump's chutzpah. He stands for capitalism. He stands for American exceptionalism.
So he doesn't have "a filter." Aren't we all tired of political correctness shoved down our throats, telling us what to say and how to say it? We've been chided for decades not to offend people, and where has that gotten us?
To an America where college professors are told they shouldn't say "America is the land of opportunity" and other innocuous phrases. An America where asking people a simple question is deemed a "micro aggression" akin to vile racism.
In this atmosphere, here comes Trump. He's brash. He's rude. He says whatever the hell he wants. He's a red-blooded American. It's such a contrast to the beta-male we've been led by for the last seven years, a pacifistic and a socialist who throws baseballs like a sissy and wears grandma jeans.
But Trump has been accused of attracting the "angry middle." There is truth to that.
I'm angry our nation's borders have been left wide open and vulnerable.
I'm angry an illegal alien and multi-felon who should have been deported took an innocent life.
I'm angry Iran was given clearance to develop a nuclear bomb.
I'm angry we traded five Taliban terrorists for AWOL traitor Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl.
I'm angry Obamacare was shoved down our throats.
I'm angry nearly half my paycheck is siphoned by the government to pay for welfare queens, bloated government programs, and stupid federal studies such as "why lesbians are so fat."
I'm angry our government continues warrantless spy tactics on all our email and phone calls in violation of the Fourth Amendment.
I'm angry Republicans have let Democrats have their way with nearly everything.
I'm angry the federal government took over K-12 education with the nauseating Common Core and has effectively dumbed down and radicalized public schooling.
I'm angry poor communities are not allowed the option of school choice.
I'm angry tax-payer funded scholars ardently claim racism and global warming are the biggest threats facing this nation.
I'm angry Hillary Clinton can violate umpteen laws and never have to answer for it.
I'm angry people who break the law and enter our country illegally are given piles of taxpayer money.
I'm angry the IRS targeted Christians and conservatives - and destroyed evidence during an active probe - without consequence.
I'm angry laws are passed that erode our Second Amendment rights using emotional pleas that lack an ounce of common sense.
I'm angry Americans who joined the Tea Party were tossed aside as xenophobic bigots, instead of being recognized as patriotic citizens just trying to stand up for liberty.
Yes, I am angry. And every day, I swallow my anger like a bitter pill, and pray for this country. I have hope through my Christian faith that, in the end, things will turn out alright. But I have a son and a daughter, and who knows when "the end" will come?
Meanwhile, I hear a guy like Trump, and he says some cringe-worthy things.
He says some things that go too far. But on the flip side, he also says some things that make sense. And I like that he breaks the mold and says out loud what many think or say in the privacy of their living rooms.
That's why Trump is atop the polls, and that's why I like him.
Presidential material? No. And if he loses the primary and goes third party then he'll earn my contempt. Yet I hope he knows better, and I think he does.
But gosh darn it, someone has got to start calling it like they see it. The wishy-washy middle has gotten us nowhere.
Submitted by Ann S.