After eating one turkey last night (the ongoing family joke being that my brother once told his first grade teacher that our family had a bird prepared for each person on Thanksgiving), I heard my father’s voice crack for the first time as he stated that no one goes to Washington to truly address the issues of today’s society. Ever since I can remember, my father was not one to let his emotions show—certainly not speaking to his daughter about something as seemingly trivial as politics.
He is convinced that Donald Trump has already won the 2016 election. Not Bernie Sanders, not Hilary Clinton and not Ben Carson. Casting aside the routine business of personal predictions, I’d like to thank him and every other person along the way for raising me to become the “tripping-over-myself-to-learn” person I am today by arguing why I will not be voting for Trump, even if he is smart.
Yesterday, the 26th of November, in the midst of many words, Trump tweeted that “The dopes at the @nytimes bought the Boston Globe for $1.3 billion and sold it for $1.00. Their great old headquarters—gave it away! So dumb”. Let’s take a bite of the dense stuffing inside this tweet, shall we?
I am not comfortable with a presidential candidate that spoke of a business venture and might have illogically associated dragging on the Boston Globe under Times’ ownership with the unrelated, timely nostalgia of the “great old.” UBS analyst John Janedis said in a Times article, “‘The trends at The Globe have been a drag on the company. The New York Times has performed a lot better over the past several years.’” He goes on to declare that the decision to sell The Globe was probably the best possible. Yet, how does this one aspect of the Times’ financial status prove to be linked with the quality of their magazine, as later questioned by Trump, let alone the original issue of him allegedly mimicking a disabled reporter? The revolution of the internet has caused many magazines to go out of business already, so, if anything, The Times is pressured to do better. Also, Trump perpetuated his “dope” language (dope, as introduced approximately 35 years ago to mean excellent) to defend himself against their argument, describing The New York Times as “dumb.” First linking the fact of their misfortune to the simple diction, the tweet then furthers Times’ fallacially value-ascribed “giving” to implicate irresponsible and not-financially-driven decisions. Finally, the declaration is attributed to “modern” language and therefore the vast audience of Twitter. Trump weaves his business so fluently, it scares; that was one tweet, but a heck load of analyzing and pulling apart.
I bring it up to preclude possible questions: I have a physical disability, but it does not impact my analyzing of the exposed English language as it is used in today’s society.
I have to admit, a lot of what I am now seeing as I scroll through Trump’s twitter only makes sense because of what my father humbly told me yesterday. The family started the talk session by insisting, quite heavily, that I let my minute-paced singular words fall out—and just describe the general idea of my question. I was so afraid to position myself on the topic of choice that it took me a decent amount of silence to get my thoughts together. Before I started asking detailed questions so persistently that my father’s shell cracked in the middle of our concentrated chat yesterday, I did not understand that Trump was so intelligent, nor did I think that I would be writing about tweets today. However, I finally found my deals many months ago after searching and asking around, so I am the happiest to be able to do just what I love this Black Friday—argue, with the hint of a devilish smile on my lips.
I guess I started somewhat backwards. I said I would explain why I will not be voting for Trump; all I can do is highlight what I see and insist that people do not close their eyes after gobbling up too much; instead, pick your own appropriate dessert and listen and think and ask questions as if your life depended on it—then, debate.
Sometimes, it may be tough to take a stand on what isn’t black and white. For example, choosing to write instead of knowing with complete and total certainty that you can do well with a math test—it is terrifying. And yes, there probably will be consequences to learn from. However, I still believe that today’s society requires more from every one of us than staying securely attached to ourselves. How else would you and I have family to give thanks for and look forward to spending time with?