I started reading through Trump from the very beginning or at least before the apprentice. A bullshitter. Later,his staunch assertion that Obama’s birth country was highly questionable, disavowed me of any opinion that any good could come from this man. Day after day I am proven right.
What bothers me even more is the trump supporter. I’m not talking about his super rich friends funding his/their cause or even his/their politicians, I understand their greed. No, I’m talking about those fans at his rallies and the rest of the base.
They disgust me with their naivete , disregard for certain other, disregard for norms and pretty well disregard for human decency.
I have a few friends that are trump supporters. They are Canadians as well, but they wear a red MAGA hat. They know how I feel about Trump What they don’t know is how deeply I feel about Trump supporters
The fact is I don’t see any of characterizations I ascribed to Trump supporters in general in them.
I’m about to be dealing with Trump supporter relatives for the evening, and not looking forward to it. I wish I was in a position to just avoid them, but that’d be pretty difficult and disruptive. God what a mess. I’m probably just going to overeat and try not to look up.
With the exception of (probably) my 87 year old mother-in-law, I don’t think I have any friends or family who voted for Trump. I’m giving her a break because her husband just died and she never brings up politics.
I have one friend who voted for a third party because he didn’t like either candidate in 2016. I let him have it one night pretty hard over a few bottles of wine. We’re still friends, but it’s a sore spot, for sure. He’s not a Trump supporter, and we live in a heavy Blue state, so perhaps no harm done. But still…
My family is either Trump supporter or Trump apologist. Even the ones that don’t like Trump think he’s a good deal better than those “Demon rats.”
I avoid talking any politics around family, and whenever they bring them up, I stand up from whatever it is that we are doing, and leave without a word. I used to let them bait me into getting into arguments with them, but I found that they enjoyed ganging up on me more than I enjoyed being ganged up on.
Since I started that tacic, they are a bit less inclined to start things, and we’ve actually had a couple of pleasant holidays, even if I can see that there are a couple of things that my parents really want to say.
While I live in Trumplandia, I don’t have any MAGA friends. All of them dumped me as a friend in 2012 over the Obama sign in my yard. I do have some Trump supporting acquaintances, but the way to keep acquaintances is to not discuss religion or politics. They will never really be friends as I have to censor myself around them too much to really be comfortable and relaxed.
Most of my family are Trump supporters. I stopped discussing politics with them during the election. There is no point in even trying to engage in an honest dialogue with them.
Here’s another thing he did, even before he ran in 2016: He said in 2014 that the Ebola-stricken missionaries should not be brought back to this country to treatment, but left there, subjected to whatever treatment they could get there, and let the chips fall where they may.
Fuck 'em. I don’t have any Trump supporting friends. Anymore.
I used to work in a Trump-supporting-friendly environment. A large part of the reason I left is because I couldn’t stand to go there every day and know that I’m surrounded by awful people.
I don’t consider everyone who voted for Trump to be a Trump supporter. A couple of guys who said they voted for him haven’t said much about him since then and I’m pretty sure they feel like they were taken. But I don’t want to spend any time around someone that still supports Trump. I see a MAGA hat and I’m putting space between me and that moron.
I have one “friend” who is a Trump supporter. She’s always been sort of into crazy theories (she’s also a doctor so my other friends and I joke about what crazy theory she is into each time we meet up-eating for your blood type, the cookie diet, systemic yeast infection etc). In the past, she has tried to sell me on the electricity provider scam and once even tried to get me to go to some Trump entrepreneurial seminar. I try very hard to avoid talking politics ( although I use her as an indicator for what nutty theories my patients may be asking about). The last time we met, though, she mentioned that she was attending a conference and I made the mistake of asking what it was about. She told me it was for QAnon and then called me out for rolling my eyes. I may just have to drop her entirely.
Most of my friends are liberals but I do have one (1) good friend who, while not exactly a whole-hearted Trump supporter, is more or less a Trump apologist because he likes many of his policies. We deal with it by not talking about it very much, and when he does, I try to keep in perspective that I’ve known him for the better part of a lifetime and he’s actually a good person if politically misguided, so I regard his rants as essentially humorous, sort of Monty Python-esque, like the Orange Peril himself.
My parents are Trump supporters (the kinds who think the Clintons should die in prison but every accusation against Trump is a fake news deep state coup). I try to avoid debating politics with them but they sometimes enjoy trying to get a rise out of me. However I don’t want to debate them because I can’t respect their morals or critical thinking skills when it comes to politics, and I don’t want to be rude.
About seven years ago, my Texas-born, Southern Methodist, Rush Limbo fan
brother-in-law and I decided that there was never a day that wasn’t so dark that talking to each other wouldn’t make it worse, or a so good that it couldn’t be spoiled so we just don’t talk anymore.
I’m sure he loooooves Trump.
Before we ended the relationship, I had gotten so tired of his anger against liberals, Democrats and everyone else who was waging war against Christmas that I instituted a conversation ban on politics.
That’s the only way that I could be friendly with a supporter.
AFAIK, the closest I’ve physically been to a Trump supporter was that woman who, in a room full of foreign Catholic visitors (the one foreign Muslim visitor happened to be out of the room), gave a speech about how Trump was going to Make America Great Again and keep those horrible Catholics and Muslims out of the country.
Not only would I find it difficult to be friends with someone who doesn’t want me in their country, I’m completely uninterested. And if they really want to keep me out, hey, they’re welcome to become as good as I am at the job I do. Good luck with that.
A good portion of my office are Trump supporters. I try to avoid talking about politics, and usually succeed. Maybe once or twice a year, someone says something so egregiously stupid and factually false that I can’t help myself.
This coming weekend I will have to see some family that likely include Trump supporters; as long as they don’t bring up politics, it will be fine, but if they insist on talking about, I will respond. If they start in, I usually say, “We don’t have to talk about this, but if you continue, you should know that I strongly disagree with you.” If they drop it, I then disengage from the conversation and find someone more pleasant to talk to, but if they keep dropping their Fox News BS, I start arguing, including asking for cites and using my phone to pull up facts.
