Senior Citizens, Voting For Trump Without Holding Their Noses

BACK OVER AT THE SENIOR CENTER, a mecca of culture in the small town American south, a seventy five year old fella from Boston, who is illiterate and looks so scruffy and shaggy in his faded jean jacket and torn bluejeans that he's really cool, holds forth with hugs and handshakes. Friendly fella. He's never read the Bible, because he can't read, but he believes every word of it, and is eager to share his extreme faith with anyone. He recently retired from dragging a large white cross all over area towns, proclaiming the sacrifice of Christ. It takes all kinds. A guy like that is a good potential socialist revolutionary, but probably couldn't care less about anything having to do with the real world. He lives in a realm of fire and brimstone. It would be nice if he would at least bring a little eastern liberalism to the table here in the land of the eternally provincial, but hell no, its all about the Lord. Thus he contributes nothing to diversity, nothing to the necessity of preventing an entire community from being dominated by right wing Christians, and although he's from back east and has a Boston accent, he fits right in with very small town conservative Christian America. Why and how the Christian faith and modern American conservatism conspire to inhabit the same souls is one of the many wonders of American society. These people at the senior center, the seventy and eighty and ninety year old set, most of them trouble me because I just know, that during the turbulent nineteen sixties, they were condemning Martin Luther King as a trouble maker, and Muhammad Ali as an uppity you know what. Of course, American conservatives to this very day have to hold their noses at the very thought of Martin Luther King, or forcing society to accept racial equality and justice. Donald Trump is the new George Wallace, and somehow I can just imagine these senior center citizens voting for him in November, without even needing to hold their noses.