[posted on FB 10/14/2016]
I’m a pro-lifer, and I’m voting for Hillary Clinton.
If there were a pro-lifer on the ballot, I’d vote for that
person. There’s not. What now?
I’m a devout Catholic, committed to the teaching of the
Church – all of it, not cherry-picked items on the left or the right. The
nuanced teaching from Pope Benedict matters to me: a faithful Catholic cannot
vote to permit the killing of our brothers and sisters. BUT in circumstances where
all ballot options look bad, a person can vote in good conscience for the less
destructive option. I am convinced that Trump, if he were elected, would damage
the nation and the world in a long list of ways, including that he would increase
abortion – by giving permission for thugs to abuse women, by insulting people
with disabilities, and by refusing to help pregnant refugees. Hillary’s record
on abortion is unambiguous, but not as bad as a Trump eruption.
There is no pro-life option on the ballot. What now?
I do not recall ever noticing Donald Trump before he got
into the presidential race. I never saw his show, or noticed his grandiose
buildings. So I learned about him during the primary. And I was deeply shocked
by the way he treated Heidi Cruz. I thought he should be horse-whipped. What he
did was just one misogynist barbarism among thousands, but it was the first that
I saw, and I was deeply disturbed by it. I simply cannot understand why other
decent people are not equally disturbed.
He should be horse-whipped. But that’s not going to happen.
This is 2016, and it’s not Texas. So what’s the social equivalent? That has
bothered me for months.
It would be good for the world, and for the nation, and for
all decent people, and for all indecent people, and indeed for Trump himself,
if he were whipped. For the sake of his son, to end the family’s rotten
treatment of women going back to Donald’s pimp grandfather, Trump needs to be
beaten badly. Three generations of egocentricity is enough. For the sake of his
soul, if Trump can’t crush his own habitual arrogance, he needs to have it
crushed for him.
Well, Hillary is going to whip him – not horse-whip him,
something more focused and effective. She will expose him as a loser. A list of
Republican men tried, and failed; but Hillary will get the job done. I support
that, enthusiastically.
My state, Maryland, will go for Hillary; my vote is almost
meaningless. But not quite! On Election Day, Hillary will whip Trump. Look at
the margin of victory. One tiny but proud sliver of that margin will be me.
Deeply angered by what Trump did to Heidi Cruz, and inspired by the words of
the graceful First Lady, I’m voting for Hillary.
After the election, I will argue and plead and cajole. But
for now: you go, girl. Whip the lard bucket.