It has been a pain in the ass this election year to be what I am, a middle-aged, middle class, white, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant. I even live in South Orange County, California. You know, Republicanland. People who are like me, and Lord knows they’re my neighbors and the people I see in the grocery store and who I have to muscle out of the way when Costco treats come out and who breathe on my neck when I’m waiting to buy popcorn at the movies, well, they assume I’m a Trump supporter. I think my students, 97% Hispanic, needed to be reassured because, geez, I still have enough blond hair among the grey to make them have their doubts about me.
Anyway, on Facebook, I decided I had to communicate with my cohort. I’m “friends” with so many people from high school in a prestigious, wealthy area and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph but all the men are Trumpers and Hillary-haters.
Here is what I said:
Hey, I want to talk to my brothers, here. We are middle class to light-rich white guys and we're the most reliable Trump voters. We know who we are. But, Dude...we've been saying our whole lives that if some jerk tried to fuck our wife, start kissing on our mom, put moves on our sister, or grab our daughter's pussy, we would hunt that guy down and kick his ass. We might expect other men to back us up or at least hold our coat. So, Dude, don't vote for that guy for President. Fucking-A.
P.S. When the election is over, I want to alter this for a campaign among college men. The tag line will change to: "So, Dude, don't be that guy." The wallpaper will be pictures of Trump with these latest quotations.