Donald Trump is officially the most powerful man in America; he made me consider for two seconds the possibility of voting for Barack Obama. As we all being playing the 2012 Republican Nomination parlor game, everyone with a vaguely palatable agenda comes crawling out of the woodwork to sell themselves and their bloated egos to a voting public eager for a political bloodbath. The difficulty with politics, of course, is that it necessarily requires that we choose our governors from among those who think they should be the ones making the most important decisions. If desire to govern correlated with ability to do so in a positive way, we would be in much better shape than we are now. The way our system works, however, encourages every egomaniac with a camera addiction to become a politician overnight. Despite my disgust with some of the Republican Party’s produce for the 2012 cycle, I can say with a straight face that I will be voting for whoever has an R next to his name.
Yes, I am blatantly partisan, so deal with it. I am increasingly tired of people who insist that they vote for the man and not for the party. Such sentiments are firstly noble, and secondly naïve. Anyone who pays attention knows that there is little in the way of independence from party politics. If you run with a political party, you surrender some of your independence for a realistic chance of actually winning. However irritating she may be, Olympia Snowe still votes with Republicans the majority of the time, even though she is considered at best a RINO; despite coming from a fairly liberal state, she votes as she votes because she knows which party will return her to office. Voting the party line at the ballot box, even if scorned by some as a lack of independent thought, is perfectly rational if the voter values that his vote will strengthen the position of the party that will do what he wants.
This might then lead you to wonder what would lead me to vote Democrat. I have tried to think of what those circumstances might be, and I have to say that it would have to be something fairly horrendous. However much I may think that Donald Trump is a self-obsessed egomaniac with no business getting into politics, he is far preferable to my alternative. Even if I consider his personal past unsavory, and even if I wait with baited breath to discover what his competitors’ opposition research teams come up with what I think will likely be a sordid person life, I have to consider my other choice. Like any politician, President Trump would have to dance with those who brought him; he would be able to work with a Republican congress to slash the national debt in a way that Mr. Hopenchange simply cannot. I will emerge from the voting both pale of skin, short on breath, and covered in vomit, but I can take comfort that I did not support the other egomaniac. I will not cross the aisle and vote for someone I wholly disagree with just because it makes me feel better about myself momentarily.
So do I think The Donald will be the GOP nominee for 2012? The short answer is no. If he is, I will have a massive feast of crow followed by crow sandwiches for weeks to come. What I do know is this: when it comes to choosing the country’s optimal future from the viable options presented, I will sometimes have to make decisions I would rather not make. I will vote based on which party can deliver the results I want, not so that I can show my face at cocktail parties. I could only cross the aisle if the Republican were so hopelessly corrupt and amoral that I could not stand myself for voting for him.
Editor’s Note: This editorial does not represent the opinion of the Editorial Board or other members of The Informer’s staff, but rather solely that of the author.