Let me make my official 2016 Presidential endorsement right here, right now. I am supporting Donald J. Trump. I want to believe, I really want to, but still deep down inside I feel like I will be let down. But you know what? I don’t care, I am in love with the Trump campaign and infatuation makes you do crazy things. It’s like being in a bad relationship. If you are in love or think you are, you see past things like bad behavior, dependency issues, and general awfulness. That is what is happening with Donald Trump and me; and a lot of America for that matter. I am willing to overlook his shortcomings, like anger, curtness, lack of foreign policy experience–because he is different from all the other relationships we have ever had. He is not from a family dynasty of career politicians like Georgie and he is not a socialist like Barry. In fact, Trump is the opposite of a socialist; he is the ultimate capitalist, born into a well-off family. Trump did not grow up super rich, just rich. But maybe I am giving Trump the kiss of death, with my highly sought after endorsement. The first time I remember voting for president was in 1984, in my first grade class election. I, of course, voted for Ronald Reagan. He won in my class and later that night he carried 49 of the 50 states in the biggest landslide in political history. As a youngster watching that on TV I thought I had the magic touch–anyone who I support gets elected, right? Not the case. As a freshman in college I got involved in the Bob Dole campaign, making phone calls passing out bumper stickers. Yes, I was a Dole-boy. And we all know how that worked out. I also was all in, in 2008 with the Fred Thompson presidential campaign. Yes, I was a Fred-head. So, it does not always work out. But for now I am and will be a Trump-Hump.
