It’s not about hating Trump. It’s about incompetence.
Humor me and let’s pretend you have a child in the fourth grade. When you meet your son or daughter’s new teacher, Mr. Drumfp, you discover this is his first-year teaching. You congratulate him on getting through school and know his first-time teaching will be challenging yet rewarding. There will be a learning curve for him as well as the young minds he’s molding, you tell him.
“I don’t need education, or briefings from the school,” he replies, “I’ll make your student great again.” Mr. Drumfp smiles, and gives you a look that makes you feel a little uncomfortable, like he’s checking you out as he comments he didn’t actually go to university. He didn’t get a teaching certificate. (The look he’s giving you is definitely inappropriate.)But you know your student was great before, you’ve always known your child’s potential. It strikes you then, he has no education or experience to teach. It doesn’t appear he has any interest in your student.
“But hey, how hard could it be?” he asks returning his gaze to your face, bringing his attention back to the conversation. He then begins to explain to you a new alternative facts math program that he just made up. “It’s so easy, incredibly easy, so that even the students that don’t know math can do the equations, the forgotten students will never not be able to do the math.” On the chalkboard, he writes 2 + 2 = 2.2 then 3 + 1 = 3.1.
You and your student exchange a look. Your child pipes up, “Mr. Drumfp, the answer to both those equations are four.”
Vehemently, Mr. Drumfp shakes his head, “You’re wrong” he barks, “false”. Your kid looks at you confused.
Mr. Drumfp adds science isn’t a thing and that won’t be on the agenda for your student. At this point, he’s beaming with excitement. He’s is obviously eager to teach your impressionable child this alternative way of thinking.
He goes on to explain he’s building a wall around the playground to ensure no other students from other schools will be able to play on the best playground, “The absolute most amazing playground you’ll ever see. Its’ huge, it’s magnificent.” He suggests another school is going to pay for the wall, “Well, the tax payers will pay for it first, then the other school will reimburse us for it once it’s built,” he explains.
Mr. Drumfp adds keeping an all-white student body will keep your child safe, “And none of that LGBTQ crap,” he declares, “only straight, white, Christian students will be attending your student’s new class.”
His smile is condescending. As you exit the classroom he is still comforting you, and in your mind, you think there must be something redeeming about him if the school hired him. He pats your butt as you leave and makes a flattering comment regarding your breasts.
So now what? Do you explain to your son or daughter, “honey, you have to go to school for twelve whole years, and you only have to have Mr. Drumfp for one year. You’ll survive.” OR to you realize your child’s potential if they can just get the right guidance and accurate information in a loving and safe environment? You don’t hate Mr. Drumfp, you just want what’s in your kid’s best interest. You want his or her teacher to have some education behind them, perhaps a little experience in teaching. Why? Because you love your child.
It’s not about hating Mr. Trump. It’s about wanting the right person for the job; a competent, compassionate and literate leader. I know my country’s potential. I know it’s smart, caring and knows right from wrong. It’s about doing what’s in the best interest for a country you’ve loved your whole life. No, I don’t want Mr. Drumfp teaching my kid and I don’t want Mr. Trump ruining my country. So far, in less than a month, his ratings are lower than any other president in history. Everyday it’s something that’s definitely not great, definitely not in the best interest of the middle class. Please America… care.