I was a young girl when Bill Clinton was elected President. We were fresh off years of Republican reign and I was in a home that found our loss infuriatingly unacceptable. I was raised on a steady diet of Tex-Mex and Rush Limbaugh. I rarely know any of the popular songs from the 90’s because we didn’t listen to music in the car- instead, I was steadily inundated with the Limbaugh Institute of Conservative Studies.
The Clinton years toiled by alongside my teenage years and it didn’t take long for Clinton’s name to become synonymous with any foul four letter word in our home. We devolved into a nation high off Reagan inspiration to one preaching government dependency. And with that was ushered a new shameful chapter flaunting sexual deviancy and adultery.
I remember my dad flipping off the tv when us kids would walk into the room because the national news was sordidly full of nothing but cigars, semen, and a young girl not much older than me who sported a blue dress. There was a blanket of shame covering America. The world was pointing and laughing that the leader of the free world hadn’t been doing much leading, but a whole lot of philandering.
As I grew into an older teen, most girls my age were stuck on Danielle Steele books while I was the political nerd devouring Reagan’s autobiography and Clinton exposes. Thus for many years, I have had a deep and personal understanding of exactly who the Clinton’s are, knowing their insatiable thirst and willingness to do anything for more power. And I was aware of every skeleton and scandal.
As we began to move closer to the launch of the 2016 presidential campaign and my fellow Republicans began to bemoan a Hillary candidacy, I was sharpening my knowledge and preparing my tools. I wasn’t just prepared to take on the Hillary Clinton machine – I was looking forward to it. In a day and age where Democrats have made their main taking point a faux “war on women” in an effort to create more victims with which to “rescue,” I was excited to turn it back around and shine the spotlight on the one woman who had enabled one of the greatest offenders of women of all time. Bill Clinton.
Hillary has chosen for years to “stand by her scum.” This is not the mark of a smart and powerful woman. This is the mark of a weak woman who doesn’t think she can make it without Bill Clinton on her team.
I passionately detested her, I was repulsed by her husband, and I could articulate why.
The primary launched and I was thrilled. Out of 17 candidates I could easily support 16 of them over the woman I considered the She-Devil.
Only one I couldn’t. I walked into this election #NeverTrump as I had already done a great deal of research on Trump four years prior to his candidacy. I believed every word he used to convince us of exactly who he was through his entire life. History is the best indicator of future behavior and one ignores that at their own peril.
Yes, conservatives consider Hillary the bottom of the barrel in regards to politics…and she certainly is. But there’s always the corner of the gutter where the bacterial parasites live and that’s exactly where Trump resides.
Trump, the man who mocked Reagan as a con man, lauded the right to partial birth abortion, praised tax increases, said Hillary should lead negotiations with Iran, openly supports committing war crimes, brags of his adulterous affairs, mocks the handicap, among other egregious issues, is just as much, if not more, of a gutter bug than both Hillary and Bill. These two birds of a feather have been extraordinarily chummy for decades and are the flip side to each other’s coin.
Is a Clinton by another name any less repugnant?
No, this election is not about the #NeverTrumpers hijacking a Republican win. And let me be very clear for all of you “but Hillary” crowd-this has nothing to do with not understanding who Hillary is. We were prepared. We were ready. And we would have left it all on the battlefield if you had only given us something to fight for. But this time, the lesser of evil is just not lesser enough.