At times like this, it’s tempting to gloat, but conservatives must be gracious winners. We must be courteous to our defeated opponents even though they would not have shown us the same respect had Kamala Harris won. We must resist the temptation to revel in their misery.
With cordiality and sophistication in mind, I’ll use the most dignified analogy I can think of in describing what Democrats are going through at this very moment. When I was in fifth grade, some kid pooped himself while doing pull-ups in gym class. He was mortified. I’ll never forget the look on his face. For more than 30 years after that moment, I never witnessed that level of humiliation again — but then on Nov. 5, 2024, something happened.
After surviving two assassination attempts and a barrage of propaganda and hoaxes from the Democrat Party, what President Donald Trump did to Democrats on Election Day was the equivalent of slipping them a laxative an hour before a hot yoga class.
As the night unfolded and it became clear that Trump would be the 47th president, smug grins gave way to denial, and then to hysteria. Like that poor bastard hanging from the pull-up bar with excrement running down his legs, talking heads on MSNBC and CNN began sweating bullets as panic set in, silently chanting to themselves “No…no! This can’t be happening!”
Oh, but it is happening.
I feel a sudden change of heart coming on. Maybe it’s because my wife and I
