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Komplainy Kat
An Open Letter to Kendal Unruh,
Dear Ms. Unruh,
First, let me say that you and I both have a lot in common. We are both conservative. We both hail the banner of the GOP. Like you, I miss Ronald Reagan. And as you do now, I once called ‘Colorful Colorado” home. I finished growing up in Weld County. I still cheer for the Broncos.
So you see, right off the bat, we have much that could and should pull us together. Unfortunately, there is a dividing line, as glaring as the hair on top of the GOP frontrunners head: Donald Trump. You can’t stand him. I support him.
It’s the end of a beautiful friendship before it begins. And that’s a shame.
I’m sure you have a laundry list of reasons why he should not “be the face of our party” as you stated in the press. I’m sure that those reasons seem just as valid to you as my reasons for supporting Trump are to me. That’s beside the point.
The real point is this: the people have spoken. And obviously, you don’t like it. You don’t like it so much that you’re willing to rip the convention if not the party apart just to make your point; never Trump! Anyone but Trump!
So what if this creates hard feelings and loses the election for the GOP. If the leader of the free world becomes Hilary Clinton, at least, by jingo, it wasn’t Trump!
And this is where you’re going to have a problem because you see, the Trump crowd is just as passionate, just as noisy, and just as stubborn as you are. If not more so.
See, we like having a voice again. We, the average Joe Six Pack variety of American, like feeling that maybe, just maybe, we the people matter again. Your attempting to derail our due process reeks of poor sportsmanship at the least, absolute elitism at the worst. Being told that what we believe is wrong and who we support is unacceptable rather smacks of the other party and its alleged candidate.
Yes, Hillary; the one who will finish what Obama started: the wholesale destruction of this nation.
We’re supposed to be coming together to fight Hillary and all she stands for, remember? We’re supposed to be on the same page, singing the same song at the same time.
So, why aren’t we?
This whole thing rather reminds me of a Jr. High sock hop. I think we’re in the same age group, so I know you must remember those dances. Held at mid-afternoon in the school gym, it always seemed like one group had control of the record player. They picked the songs and the rest of us had to lump it or leave.
Well guess what? This time, another group of kids got to the record player before your clique did. We’ve pulled off that old, worn-out record, the one that has the same beat and chorus as the records being played across the street, and slapped a brand new disc on the turntable.
It’s got a good beat. It’s got a catchy hook. It sounds like victory.
Instead of getting into a funk, instead of trying to pull the plug so that no one can dance, why not give this tune a try? You might find the beat infectious. You just might find yourself humming along with the rest of us.
Understand, we don’t want you to leave. But if you and your clique are so determined to ruin this party, then please, take your worn out records, make like bananas and split.
You can go home or across the street; it’s your call.
One way or another, there will be a dance in November. I just pray that thanks to you, it won’t be on the collective grave of our nation.
Dear Ms. Unruh,
First, let me say that you and I both have a lot in common. We are both conservative. We both hail the banner of the GOP. Like you, I miss Ronald Reagan. And as you do now, I once called ‘Colorful Colorado” home. I finished growing up in Weld County. I still cheer for the Broncos.
So you see, right off the bat, we have much that could and should pull us together. Unfortunately, there is a dividing line, as glaring as the hair on top of the GOP frontrunners head: Donald Trump. You can’t stand him. I support him.
It’s the end of a beautiful friendship before it begins. And that’s a shame.
I’m sure you have a laundry list of reasons why he should not “be the face of our party” as you stated in the press. I’m sure that those reasons seem just as valid to you as my reasons for supporting Trump are to me. That’s beside the point.
The real point is this: the people have spoken. And obviously, you don’t like it. You don’t like it so much that you’re willing to rip the convention if not the party apart just to make your point; never Trump! Anyone but Trump!
So what if this creates hard feelings and loses the election for the GOP. If the leader of the free world becomes Hilary Clinton, at least, by jingo, it wasn’t Trump!
And this is where you’re going to have a problem because you see, the Trump crowd is just as passionate, just as noisy, and just as stubborn as you are. If not more so.
See, we like having a voice again. We, the average Joe Six Pack variety of American, like feeling that maybe, just maybe, we the people matter again. Your attempting to derail our due process reeks of poor sportsmanship at the least, absolute elitism at the worst. Being told that what we believe is wrong and who we support is unacceptable rather smacks of the other party and its alleged candidate.
Yes, Hillary; the one who will finish what Obama started: the wholesale destruction of this nation.
We’re supposed to be coming together to fight Hillary and all she stands for, remember? We’re supposed to be on the same page, singing the same song at the same time.
So, why aren’t we?
This whole thing rather reminds me of a Jr. High sock hop. I think we’re in the same age group, so I know you must remember those dances. Held at mid-afternoon in the school gym, it always seemed like one group had control of the record player. They picked the songs and the rest of us had to lump it or leave.
Well guess what? This time, another group of kids got to the record player before your clique did. We’ve pulled off that old, worn-out record, the one that has the same beat and chorus as the records being played across the street, and slapped a brand new disc on the turntable.
It’s got a good beat. It’s got a catchy hook. It sounds like victory.
Instead of getting into a funk, instead of trying to pull the plug so that no one can dance, why not give this tune a try? You might find the beat infectious. You just might find yourself humming along with the rest of us.
Understand, we don’t want you to leave. But if you and your clique are so determined to ruin this party, then please, take your worn out records, make like bananas and split.
You can go home or across the street; it’s your call.
One way or another, there will be a dance in November. I just pray that thanks to you, it won’t be on the collective grave of our nation.
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