As you're all aware, I got on the Trump train early and rode it hard, long and wet.
My only regret is that in doing so I inadvertently pushed somebody whose opinion I respected -- Chizad -- out of here and at the same time eviscerated and banished another whose opinion I wouldn't give two baked beans dug out of a drunk day-after Fourth of July shit for.
I find it interesting to occasionally check in on those two. One has come around. It's fantastic. The other? Yeah. Still babbling about cheetos, hooker's asses and urine baths (ironically unaware that he's actually describing the typical Biden family Fourth of July party).
Here's the thing about me. I don't hold it against anybody who didn't vote for Trump in 2016. I'm glad you now see the things I suspected were true then. And I'm glad I was right about it.
The other part of that, is that 2020 is completely different. I'm trying, but I'm having a hard time holding my temper. People I know have tried in vain to bully me. I had a guy I've been quasi-friends with since 1998 tell me that "people know where I live and work, and he hates anything that is going to happen to me, my family and my business if by some miracle Trump actually wins. But I'd been warned." It makes me want to drive to his house and burn it to the ground. But I won't. Because, people, that's what THEY do. I've lost friends because I wouldn't denounce Trump or admit that he is a white supremacist. I've lost PUSSY because I wouldn't confess progressive attitudes. I'm reaching a point of intolerance. Somebody votes for Harris/Biden now? I can't have any respect for them. Or it will be hard to. Voting against Trump when you didn't know is one thing. Doing it now is a completely different matter.