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Monday, May 20, 2024

He’s not my president!

No matter who wins the vote for the next squatter-in-charge, how many people will be saying that a week from tomorrow?

No matter who wins the vote for the next squatter-in-charge, how many people will be saying that a week from tomorrow?

I’ve seen the aftermath of several elections where those who had voted for the losing candidate immediately declared that the winner was not their president; most of the angry nullificationists had voted for a Democrat and were convinced that morally they were justified in declaring the election bogus. I remember many an irate supporter of Humphrey and McGovern who declared that Nixon was not their president, just as supporters of Carter, Mondale and Dukakis denied that Reagan and Bush were legitimate, just as votaries of Gore and Kerry denied that Bush the younger had triumphed. To be fair, I’ve run into some right-leaners who reciprocated: In their eyes, neither JFK nor LBJ had any moral authority over them. And who can deny that there were those saw Carter and Clinton as trespassers?

We’ll see the same thing this go-around as well. In the increasingly probable event of an Obama win, there will be many a McCain voter who will for whatever reason refuse to acknowledge him as their president. If by a stroke of skill and luck McCain should win, then we’ll see equally incensed crowd of Obama supporters refusing to accept the reality.

I don’t have a dime in either party’s dollar. Neither candidate is up to my standards as a person who respects the constitutional basis of our republic or who is really opposed to the continued metastasis of nanny-state meddling that chokes our lives. I will not vote for either one of them.

But, on Wednesday, 5 November 2008, one of them is going to be the president-elect. I’ hope that I’ll be as graceful about it as was John Wayne, who had backed and campaigned for Richard Nixon: I didn’t vote for [Kennedy], but he is our President and I hope he does a good job.

That doesn’t mean that I’m going to roll over and play dead, that I’ll feel somehow bound to stand silently at stirrup, hat in hand, and go with the flow. No, I’ll hope he does well and does not devalue the office, but I’ll not be any more willing to look the other way for him than I have done for the current occupant.

Most sincerely,

T. J. Flapsaddle

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