Mr. Williamson and Mr. Goldberg Welcome to the SILENT MAJORITY!

The National Review August 10, 2015, issue is a disgrace to true conservatives. The article entitled, “The Art of the Grotesque” (Donald Trump and the American ID) by Kevin D. Williamson was an insult on all true conservatives.  He should be ashamed for bringing Paris Hilton into the mix of politics – what has she done to you – are you mad that these people are rich?  It sure sounds like it!  Following are a couple of paragraphs from the article, the rest is garbage.

Donald Trump and the American id Oh, you’re goddamned right this is Vegas, baby! because the Planet Hollywood Las Vegas Resort and Casino is the only truly appropriate venue for a show like the one we have right here. For your consideration: the carefully coiffed golden mane, the vast inherited fortune, the splendid real-estate portfolio, the family name on buildings from Manhattan to the Strip, the reality-television superstardom, the room-temperature-on-a-brisk-November-day IQ.

The only thing distinguishing that great spackled misshapen lump of unredeemed American id known as Donald Trump from his spiritual soul mate, that slender lightning rod of unredeemed American id known as Paris Hilton, is — angels and ministers of grace, defend us! — a sex tape. The gross thing is, you can kind of imagine a Trump sex tape: the gilt pineapples on the four-poster bed, the scarlet silk-jacquard sheets, the glowing “T” in the background, the self-assured promises that this will be the classiest sex tape the world has ever seen — that it’s yuuuuuuuge! — the cracked raving 69-year-old Babbitt analogue barking inchoate instructions . . . no, no more, that way madness lies.

The awful, horrifying, despair-and-cringe-inducing real-talk truth that is causing the more mobile and proactive among us to start downloading those teach–yourself–Swiss German apps onto our iPhones and to read up on the finer points of immigration law is that the Donald Trump presidential campaign is the Donald Trump sex tape, an act of theater performing precisely the same functions as Paris Hilton’s amateur porn-o-vision escapade: exhibitionism, theatrical self-aggrandizement, titillation, etc., all of it composing a documentation of transient potency to be shorn up against the inevitable passing of that potency. Trump is a post-erotic pornographer, and his daft followers are engaged in the political version of masturbation: sterile, fruitless self-indulgence..

This is all I am going to share with you.  If you want to read the rest you can Google it on the internet.  And to think people pay money for this magazine.

I have watched one other writer named Jonah Goldburg who works for this magazine and he also had nothing good to say about Trump on TV – so after thinking about it – my friend gave me her copy and pointed out this particular article and  said she almost threw up. Thank goodness I didn’t have to waste $4.00 for this crap.

Now wouldn’t you like to subscribe to a magazine that talks about you as a conservative in this fashion!  No thank you!  In fact, she said she was going to drop her subscription.

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