Why I Hate Donald Trump

I hate Donald Trump because he’s made me like people I’ve never liked: George Will, Max Boot, David Brooks, Ross Douthat, Bret Stephens, the list goes on and on.

I read this tonight:

The First Invasion of America
by David Brooks
… Aside from a few protesters and a depraved president, most of us have understood we need to suspend the old individualistic American creed. In the midst of a complex epidemiological disaster, to be anti-authority is to be ignorant. In the midst of a contagion, to act as if you are self-sufficient is just selfish …

I’m not supposed to agree with David Brooks. Something is dreadfully wrong here. Am I having some sort of nervous breakdown? I swear, I’m losing my mind.

And it’s ALL because of Donald Trump. WHY DID DONALD TRUMP DO THIS TO ME? I never did anything to him. (Okay, except not vote for him.)

Think about this true-life horror: Bill Kristol opens his mouth … and I agree with him.

I’m pissed. This is not the way life is supposed to be.

So I beg of you - for MY sake - please do NOT vote for Donald Trump. When you cast your ballot this November, think of ME and my sanity. Another four years of agreeing with Brooks, Boot, Douthat and the rest will push me over the edge.

You don’t want that on your conscience, do you?