There is so much in the political landscape to be thankful for, and the gift of the last year, is more than enough treasure to find under the tree, but in the end what matters?
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
May the blessings of our savior find your heart, and may you find peace in the salvation brought to us in the birth of Christ.
Alabama US Senate candidate Roy Moore was unfit by the standards of the elite political class.
Brash, unapologetic and likes the ladies a bit younger.
Undeniably, Judge Roy Moore is the guy who married a woman fourteen years his junior. She was 23, he was 37, and he has been married to her for 33 years.
That last part might well go under the radar, as the theme of the year is sexual predation. Under the current hysteria it is far easier to assign a label of ‘creeper,’ ‘pedophile,’ or ‘mall stalker’ than to look at the reality of the man’s life. It is apparently now far easier to accuse a public persona of violating the mob conscience than it is to defend such accusations made in the 11th hour of an important electoral milestone.
And in that last, even the #Nevertrump insanity found plausible means to lash out indirectly at a Trump agenda that has so far proven them not just wrong, but simply foolish.
#NeverTrumpers had their symbol of failure to rally about. They said Roy Moore was a pedophile, a dirtbag, a predator, and a creepy guy because he was committed to Trump’s agenda, even though Trump himself had originally rejected Moore in favor of a mainstream preferred Luther Strange.
“They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."
- Benjamin Franklin
This piece started off when I was asked for my $0.02 this weekend on something in the local paper (which I freely admit that I do still read), written by someone whom I consider an absolute imbecile (which I’d told my friend on multiple occasions what I thought of this particular writer).
Still, if this wasn’t coming from a friend of mine, it probably would’ve ended differently.