Angry old white men

“We think we know Trump Nation, perhaps from polls that show it is older and whiter, less affluent and less educated. Its denizens are not as conservative as most Republicans, and not as politically involved. And they are famously angry — with Washington, Barack Obama and political correctness.”– USA Today “Trump Nation: Supporters see themselves in Republican nominee”

Do you know one, an angry old white man? Once a month I head to an out-of-the-way hotdog dump on the wrong side of town. I get two hotdogs, slaw, chili, onions, mustard, an order of french fries and a sweet tea for the incredibly low price of $5.31. This place is only open Monday through Friday from 11 am to 2 pm. They don’t take credit cards or checks just cash provided the change you get back is less than $5.00 (yes they have a sign on the door that says all that). I like a good hotdog and though it isn’t on my cycling diet, I only go once a month so I figure the cycling gods will forgive me for it.

This is an old place run by older women, probably the youngest in her late sixties. The dogs are good, the chili out of this world, the fries more than I can eat, and the tea southern sweet but the ambience is the best part. You see this is a place old men congregate, guys who worked together in the mills, or who have attended the same Holy Gospel of the Good Book Southern Baptist church for the last sixty years. This is a place they go to get out of the house, away from Mama for a couple of hours and bitch and these guys can flat ass bitch.

For the last eight years their favorite subject to bitch about is, you guessed it, our current President. Based on the conversations I eavesdrop on you would think this guy, our President, is the second coming of Lucifer himself. And when the conversation turns to Hillary Clinton she is no more than simply our current President in an ugly pants suit. And lord help us all if the subject turns to Bill Clinton, he surely has the mark of the beast somewhere on his forehead.

These guys, these old farts with mustard on their chins, aren’t happy with America. God, the Ten Commandments, the stars and stripes, old glory, Ronald Reagan and John Wayne these are the things that made America great, these are the things, in their opinion, we have lost……and Donald J. Trump is the answer, or at least the best answer they have.

The Republican convention begins today. I will venture to guess that it will be a spectacle unlike any we have ever seen. What does old fart at the hotdog shop have in common with Donald J. Trump other than a red baseball cap, not a damn thing. What does Trump’s wife Melania have in common with old farts lovely bride, nothing, they are not even on the same planet or galaxy for that matter. Angry old white man is not supporting Trump for his brains, or business acumen, good looks or hair for that matter they are supporting him because of his mouth.

My grandfather used to say about blowhards that “Their mouth is writing checks their ass can’t cash”. If my grandfather were alive today, a farmer, a World War II veteran, a good God-fearing Southern Baptist, a salt of the earth man I believe that is what he would have said about Mr. Trump. He would have been smart enough to have seen through the bullshit. Would he be happy about voting for a democrat and a woman at that? Hard to know, but he wouldn’t have seen Trump as “our savior” to make America great again. He knew how to make America great, get off your ass, wipe the mustard off your chin, stop bitching and get busy helping yourself and others.

“We have serious problems to solve, and we need serious people to solve them. And whatever your particular problem is, I promise you, Bob Rumson is not the least bit interested in solving it. He is interested in two things and two things only: making you afraid of it and telling you who’s to blame for it.” –Michael Douglas in The American President

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About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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3 Responses to Angry old white men

  1. William Tell says:

    White anger sounds astonishingly like black anger.
    For whatever reason, I am reminded of this recent post as possibly a “solution” for everyone:
    http://williamatell.wordpress.com/for-us

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Patty says:

    So happy to read your not turning into a similar white old grumpy man 😉

    Liked by 1 person

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