And just like that, it’s 2007 all over again for the Left. You see it all over social media and scrawled in black Sharpie on the hipsters’ cardboard signs and chanted by the wild-eyed social-justice warriors at the sit-ins and marches and rallies that have sprung up in protest of the election of Donald J. Trump:
Notwithstanding that one of the top trending hashtags on Twitter overnight was “#NotMyPresisent” — no one ever accused hippies of being sticklers for orthographic convention — the sentiment behind the slogan is dumb as a box of rocks.
Barring any extraordinary happenings at the meeting of the Electoral College, Donald Trump is, in fact, the president-elect of the United States. And on Friday, January 20, 2017, Donald Trump will, in fact, be my president — and yours.
No, I didn’t vote for him. I disagree with a variety of Trump’s proposed policies (and agree with him on others). I think the man is either a cad, mad as a hatter, or a bit of both — but the man will be my president. As is Barack Obama now.
In the three general elections in which I have been eligible to vote, I’ve voted for three losers (McCain, Romney, McMullin), but regardless of my preferences, it just so happens that there has still been a president of the United States in the Oval Office, sitting behind the Resolute Desk.
The duty of an American citizen is to respect the office of the president of the United States, support the policies of the man holding that office when he agrees with those policies, and fight those policies when he doesn’t. He is the president, however, and that means he is rightly due the appropriate level of republican deference becoming of his office. An American citizen should always hope and pray that the president uses his powers wisely and justly. And he should, of course, criticize a president vocally when he fails in that duty.
We only have one president at a time. And like him or hate him, respect him or not, agree with him or not — Donald Trump will be my president.
Until we have another.