Things were more boring, pre-Trump, for sure. Of course that hid a cancer that had grown inside the body politic but ignorance is bliss. It was nice being naive and thinking the Republican Party was a force for good. The temptation is to think that we could’ve limped along with Hillary or a Romney for awhile, but the other side of the coin is we had a cancer that would only grow bigger if left untreated. Trump is the chemotherapy and it’s a bitch in the short-term. It could kill the patient, or it might heal it, but either way there’s no going back at this point.
Trump has such a unique collection of skills, and is so different, that one can’t help but feel he was sent by God to this nation at just such a time. I remember asking in 2015 how it could be that Trump and Hillary were the two best choices we had. But Trump, amazingly, was the best choice only because of his flaws. Only he could act so blasé and immune to the danger that he faced from enemies within. Only he, with his long history of having been litigated against, could think that being prosecuted by some of the highest courts in the land was only “business as usual”. Only he, who paid to have a porn star go away, could be “un-blackmailable” by the bureaucracy. It’s like he used the greatest power arrayed against him and turned it around as a weapon on his attacker. He almost turned J6 into a positive.
In short, Trump has a political courage born of his narcissism that was the perfectly shaped key that unlocked the secrets of the state.
Trump’s rise reminds us that God still writes with history, and through flawed vessels.
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