So I’m told I should give Trump a chance.
Look. I hoped for the best with Trump. I mean, I actually agree with about 50% of what he said during his campaign, far more than the other Republican nominees. So I *did* give him a chance. I gave him three months of chance, actually, starting from his election on November 9 to the week of his coronation on January 20.
I gave Trump a chance. I gave him all that time after he was elected to stop acting like a thug and start acting like a President. During that time, I waited for him to select competent advisors, I waited for him to stop the inflammatory rhetoric and start sounding like a President, I waited for him to make policy statements that made a lick of sense as actual policy rather than campaign rhetoric, and I waited in vain. He’s *still* not doing any of those things, and he won’t. He had his chance with me, and he blew it. I don’t give second chances.
If Trump is going to pull his presidency out of the pit, he’s going to have to prove it to me. Thus far, he’s done nothing of the sort. He just keeps digging deeper, to the point where honorable men like Admiral Robert Hayward refuse roles in the Trump administration because, in Admiral Hayward’s words, “it’s a shit sandwich”.
I gave Trump a chance. He blew it. It’s up to him now. If he earns a second chance, he’ll get it. But he has to earn it, I’m not going to give it away, and thus far, he hasn’t. So far, all he’s proven is that he’s a schmuck.
– Badtux the Reality-based Penguin