OK, so you didn’t vote for Hillary.
Maybe you voted Green. You’re concerned about the environment. What could be more important? And neither party is as worried about it as they should be. So you made a protest vote. Good for you.
Maybe you went Libertarian. I’ll be honest. I’m not sure what that even is, but you do, right? You know what it is, you know that it’s what this country needs and, by golly, you showed ’em. You voted for it. Good for you.
Maybe you wanted Bernie. He said a lot of good stuff. He wanted good stuff. You want good stuff too. So you voted for all that good stuff. Good for you.
Maybe you thought it was time for a change. Obamacare isn’t working, we’re in these damn wars, we got bum trade deals, lost manufacturing jobs, taxes suck, the economy’s rigged, we need to live within our means, balance the budget. Things just aren’t as good as they should be. And, hey, we just had eight years with the blue guys, let’s see how the red team does. So you voted for change. Good for you.
Maybe you’re a true conservative. Smaller government, lower taxes, pro-life, Second Amendment, and don’t forget the Supreme Court. Don’t want that turning Liberal. You wanted your guys in charge of the whole government. So you voted as you always do. Good for you.
Maybe you just don’t like Hillary. Oh gee, where do I start? She shouldn’t even have been nominated; Bernie would have won; she’s the ultimate insider; she lacks pizzazz, you can’t trust her, all those scandals, links to the banks, she’s hiding debilitating physical problems, etc. Fill in the blanks to your own satisfaction. So you showed her. Good for you.
Maybe you actually like Trump. He’s not so bad. Says what he thinks, tells it like it is. You know where you are with him. He’s a successful business man, self-made, knows how to make deals, he’s not beholden to big interests, he’s for the people, understands the American dream. You voted for your guy. Good for you.
Maybe you hate the guy, think he’s a disgusting pig, but the lesser evil. Hey, it’s only four years, right? We made it, barely maybe, but made it anyway through eight years of W. How much worse could it be? And there’s always impeachment, right? So you manned up, held your nose and voted for the lesser evil. Good for you.
Of course, maybe you didn’t vote at all. Yada yada yada. They’re all the same, who cares? You got better things to do. I don’t know what they are but I’m sure you do. So you shrugged and gave the whole mess the finger. Good for you.
I’m not going to argue with any of this, not a word. Some of these reasons are valid and reasonable, some are a crock. Whatever. Here is one solid, incontestible truth: you own it. You own Donald J. Trump, you own everything he does. I were you, I’d hope all those campaign promises were lies. Because what happens next is all those chickens are coming home to roost. On your doorstep. And after each chicken you gotta ask yourself, is this really worse than Hillary?
