When the public first got whiff of what lay in store for them in terms of the presidential race, it was quite a commotion. I remember joking with my family about the fact that this guy (that I knew him only from a couple of those “Crazy lifestyle of the Rich” YouTube channels, that seem somewhat interesting but end up being a tremendous waste of your time) was running for president. I remember everybody chatting about his outrageous statements and the fact that he wouldn’t even get farther than the primaries. Well when that happened, people resorted to plan B, he wasn’t getting elected at all, there was no way that he was going to pass the vote on the 8th, and definitely no way he was passing the EC vote later on. But of course, he went on to pass both of them, with no problem at all (not a landslide victory, but a significant and surprising one none the less).
Before these elections, I could not have cared less about what went on at the top of the ladder, never needed the info, never used it, and so I went on learning of other magnificent things in this world of ours. But like many people, I suddenly had an urge, and innate urge to learn all about this newly found "orangutan" and the workings of that pretty white house that lies in the middle of our capital. I followed the urge, but it took me places, which I had never ventured to. Coming from the bluest state of them all, California (the Bay Area to be quite exact), I knew quite a lot of the behavioral patterns of the so called liberals and democrats. I never minded them, and never noticed them to be quite honest. But the more I looked into this complex issue of ethics, economy, politics and much more, I began to notice terrible flaws in the ways of thinking that other people had (being the reserved person that I am, I never said anything about it).
Of course sometimes this different ideology that I recently adopted, became cumbersome to constantly conceal and maintain a secret, so sometimes it leaked out and created mini-messes but it was all containable. Because of the fact that I went to a very hippy high school, I encountered many times the typical liberal, speaking grotesquely of topics that they most likely knew very little of, (by saying this by no means do I intend to imply the fact that I believed I knew more, I just knew when people didn't know what they were talking about). And I swallowed all of it, venting here and there to the few people I knew I was safe to talk to without being eaten alive by the masses. I know this sounds like I might be dramatizing this entire experience, but it was not far from the truth. For with these people, there was no reasoning, no extended conversations about logic and ethics, no speaking at a moderate volume, no, there was only shouting nonsensical things until one person decided to quit.
I decided to side with Trump, because quite frankly I was scared of the people on the other side, and what they could do to this country if they got a hold of it. While I admit the fact that I disagree with Trump in many things that he says (his stance on immigration, the wall, among other things), but the list for Hillary was just too damn long, and contained things that were on my no-fly list. I sided with the logical side, and with the side that proved to have least damage on this country at our current time. If anyone is curious about those reasons, I'd be more than happy to write another one of these luxurious letters out again dedicated to that topic, but for now... that's it