One Week After…

One week after the election –  It’s a beautiful day in Michigan. Fall chills have turned the tree lined landscape into a surreal painting of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns set against a backdrop of azure blue, dotted with tufts of white cotton clouds. A lumbering, green giant crawls across a golden field, picking up the last of the year’s harvest. The warm smell of fresh coffee fills the cockpit of my car as Pink Floyd softly wishes I was there. All in all, it’s the type of morning that keeps me anchored firmly in the rural soil of the state where I was born, raised, and will probably die. I’m okay with that.Contrary to popular paranoia, there are no nuclear warheads falling from the sky. I don’t see busloads of deported illegal immigrants pointed south towards the Mexican border. There are no goose-stepping brown-shirts marching through the streets incarcerating dissenters and hauling them to internment camps. In fact, there is nothing but business-as-usual out here in the liberal-dreaded “rural area”. Come to think of it, I can’t see any scorched earth, displaced polar bears, or ocean water creeping up to my back door, either.In fact, outside of the few sensationalized, and arguably funded protests, daily life is rolling on pretty much like it always has. Did my candidate win the presidency? No. I could not find it in my heart to pull the electoral trigger on neither a corruption laden socialist, nor a painfully moronic billionaire. I cast my vote in protest this year and I do not regret it an ounce. It allows me to be on the outside looking in on what is surely to be an interesting four years. I am still a hardcore Conservatarian, and the GOP nominee did nothing but brag about how much larger and more intrusive he was going to grow the Federal Government. But, that is an argument for another day.The point I wish to make is this; I’m not going to hang my head and wail. I am not going to take to the streets in protest because I failed to get my way. I am not grieving, or suffering from PTSD, nor am I depressed beyond functionality. I’m not looking for a “safe space”, or screaming that life as I know it, is over. I am not threatening to move out of the United States. These are the actions of the sanctimonious, yet ignorantly intolerant, socialist puppets. These are the actions of infants.My life, such as it is, carries on uninterrupted. I am concerned for this nation, just as I have been for the last eight years, but I continue to teach the benefits of my beliefs and lifestyle through my words and actions, especially locally where it has the biggest effect. To live any other way is to display spiteful ignorance to one’s fellow Americans, and to one’s self.The fact is, Trump is our new President. I will respect the office, just like I did for President Obama. That is, in its very essence, respect for the nation. Yet, that respect does not mean that I will blindly get in step with the new Commander in Chief. Oh, no…. quite the contrary. I will probably be harder on President Elect Trump than I was on President Obama. Why? Because, Trump is supposed to be the conservative leader. He is supposed to be the one that will stop the intrusive socialism we have endured for the last eight years. He was chosen to eradicate the tyranny of the neo-socialist left. His mouth wrote a very large check during the primaries, and I, along with thousands of other Conservatarian mouthpieces, intend to see that he cashes it. You will too, if you’re not asleep.If you voted for Trump, good for you…. you voted. I respect that. I won’t hate or bash you, and I expect the same treatment. But don’t be surprised if you see future posts pointing out his inconsistencies and falsehoods, if needed. In fact, I encourage you to read them and find out for yourself if you are being properly represented by your candidate. Be a watchdog, not a sheep.Cheers,Allen Ray


About Allen Ray

I'm not famous, I don't have a book out, and I live in a flyover state. I will, however, tell it like it is.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s