My beloved grandfather was a living History book. As a little girl, I would sit enchanted for hours by his tales of living through the Great Depression and fighting in World War II. He lived through events that were not easy for him to talk about, but, I am so grateful for the historical gifts he shared.
His brother and best friend, John, fought beside him as the United States stormed the beach at Normandy, France. My grandfather would survive this victorious battle and live to tell the tale. Uncle John regretfully paid the ultimate sacrifice, as a German sniper took his life. Still engaged in the midst of a ferocious battle, my grandfather buried his little brother on that beach in Normandy and then got up to finish the fight. It would be two years before the United States recovered his body and sent it back home.
My grandfather went on to have a 35-year career as a police officer. When he passed away three years ago, I was never so proud to call him my grandfather! His wake was an homage to his greatness; many strangers came to show respect and share stories of how he had helped them and made their lives brighter. All of the family shared his stories of going hungry so his siblings could eat during the Great Depression and how he bravely fought the Nazis in World War II.
On Wednesday, November 9th, the dawn of a new era in American politics, I awoke to the most hateful messages and posts on social media. Imagine my disgust and shock when people whom I once considered “friends,” posted Nazi symbols claiming that Trump supporters like me were “hateful Nazis” hellbent on “Making America White Again!” Let me get this straight – I was being compared to a group of evil murderers that seized political control of a country, suppressed all opposition by horrifically starving, imprisoning, and executing people that didn’t think the way they did? I’m compared to this heinous group because I want fiscal conservatism, a strict constitutional interpretation, a secure border, EXISTING laws followed, and economic opportunity?
I fail to see how the two are related; but, it is not lost on me which side claims to fight hatred while perpetuating hate and violence. I never called President Obama’s supporter’s names when he won the office because that would be wrong. I respect people enough to accept that not everyone will share my political ideology and that you don’t always win.
The political tantrum of the left is an embarrassment. According to the NY Post, several schools in Manhattan and Boston have blocked off periods for grief counseling because of the political outcome of this election. Aside from therapy dogs, which were reportedly offered at the University of Massachusetts and the University of Kansas, some college campuses have offered Play-Doh and coloring to help students deal with the post-election trauma. Dozens of Cornell University students gathered for a “cry in” on campus where staff provided chocolate and tissues, according to The Wall Street Journal.
My grandfather buried his little brother’s body on a beach with no casket and then got up to fight against the Nazis, and these crybabies need therapy dogs, grief counseling, and crayons because they didn’t win?
Is this the outcome of the pop-psychology generation where we no longer keep score in little league games and everyone gets a medal for trying? Whatever will they do if they ever face a real problem?
Due to my support for President Elect Trump, I was called a “racist,” despite the fact that I donated to Ben Carson’s campaign. I was called a “bigot” because I want EXISTING immigration laws enforced. I was called a “disgrace to women,” despite Hillary Clinton’s history of denigrating the women sexually harassed by her husband. I was denied jobs in the entertainment industry because of my work with the Trump campaign, and an actor threatened to quit a production when he found out about my political activism. It seems to me the only racist, bigoted disgraces aren’t the Trump supporters, but the intolerant lefties who vilify you if you have a differing world view.
Tuesday, November 8th was a great day in history. I witnessed a man fight the Democratic regime, the media smear machine, and even his own political party to become the 45th President of the United States. President Elect Trump reminds me a lot of my grandfather. Sometimes you would cringe from the statements that flew from my grandfather’s mouth; they were certainly not politically correct. However, in President Elect Trump fashion, my grandfather had a heart of gold and always wanted the best for his country. He was loyal, generous, and tough as nails. Do good, but take no guff! Sensitive liberals take heed! Consider this your trigger warning as the next paragraph may cause you to seek comfort in a “Safe Space.”
To all of the Drum-Circling, gentle snowflakes that need to hug a Therapy Teddybear: President Trump is going to make America great again. Stop making a mockery of our Democratic process by rioting, burning flags, and calling everyone who doesn’t agree with you a “Nazi.”
Perhaps even you might enjoy the opportunity and prosperity that Trump has promised. I hope I gave you something to think about while you post how “capitalism sucks” for a Facebook status on your brand new iPhone as you suck down a $6.00 caramel macchiato. Maybe ponder how “Love Trumps Hate” as you destroy our cities during your “peaceful” protests. Maybe mommy and daddy succumbed to your crying, but this nation was built by people that didn’t have time to cry. They were defending your right to act like a sore loser and electronically sign petitions to banish the Electoral College.
You’re welcome.
Article Written by Traci Belmonte
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