It is time for Donald Trump to go back to Trump Tower. Time for Mike Pence to move to the top of the ticket. Time for Marco Rubio or my favorite, Lindsey Graham, to move to the veep spot. It’s just time.
Now, don’t think I am a neocon. I’m not. I’m an old conservative. My father and mother were avid conservatives. My grandparents on both sides were GOP people, and that’s going back to before World War One.
And I’m not fickle. I have only a few good qualities, and loyalty is at the top of the list. I have never backed down on my support of and love for Richard M. Nixon. To me, he was the ultimate peacemaker, and created two generations of peace. I will never turn my back on him. I have been with my wife for 50 years and would not turn on her no matter what she did. Loyalty is sacred to me.
But I am a Republican and we are supposed to stand for some kind of moral standard. We are the party of Dwight Eisenhower, who never had the slightest moral stain on his character. We’re the party of Reagan, whose charisma was based on his basic dignity. We’re the party of George W. Bush, who made terrible mistakes, but whose fundamental morality was never in doubt. He is a handsome man and was much sought after by women, but never even returned the gaze of flirting women. He was no prude, but he was dignified.
Now comes Donald Trump. He talked on a hot mike about the most lewd acts imaginable on women he had just met or maybe did not even know. He talked on a hot mike about grabbing women by their genitals and getting away with it because he was rich and famous.
He now says that Bill Clinton has said much the same and worse. So what? I wouldn’t want Bill Clinton to be leading the Republican Party either. I want someone clean, after eight years of Barack Obama mess and lies and deceit. I don’t want someone who talks like a dirty-minded eighth grader leading the greatest party on earth.
I disagreed with Trump on trade and taxes and Hispanics. But I stood up for him on TV and in print because he was a force for change and washing out the slop-filled stables of DC and because he was not afraid to be non-PC.
But this is too much. I do not claim to be a better person than he is. I’m not at all. But I’m not fit to be President either.
The hour is desperately late. At this rate, Mr. Trump is leading my party to catastrophe, to a whipping at the hands of a radicalized Democrat party in the Congress, and the White House, too.
But if Mr. Trump can do the right thing, drop out, if the party can elevate Pence, get a great Veep, all can still be saved.
Donald Trump, for once do the right thing. Take your boasts and your swindles and your dirty jokes and your jet and go back home and let our great party try to save itself and the nation. Saying you are in the same league as Bill Clinton is the last straw.
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