The Principled One

 Say what you will about Donald Trump, but at least, somewhere along the way, he had the presence of mind to teach his children that crack is whack. It may seem like a small thing, something to wave off and dismiss because he’s just so direct and unapologetic when it comes to his positions, but the way a man’s children turn out and what they are like as adults tells you a lot about his character.

Apples don’t fall far from trees, chips don’t fly far from the old block, and children, more often than not, are a reflection of their parents, their upbringing, and the values instilled in them along the way.

Maybe, just maybe, if parents were parents and parented the way parents used to, we wouldn’t be talking about eight-year-old transgender children and how brave it is to allow kids who are unsure of what morning cereal they want to decide something that will alter their life permanently.

We’re not talking about getting pink hair for the summer here; we’re talking about irreparably altering one’s body through testosterone blockers and surgery, the effects of which are proven to spike suicidal tendencies and outright suicide through the roof.

It’s okay little Jimmy, as long as mommy’s bloated carcass can be on television for a few seconds, and strangers with agendas can call her brave, you can call yourself Jenny and end up overdosing on pills or hanging yourself in your teenage years.

For the longest time, we’ve been told that slow Joe is the principled one of the two men running for the highest office in the land. Every talking head has insisted that Joe has the moral convictions required of a great leader, that he is a man beyond reproach, and he wouldn’t dare to lower himself to the level of his opponent. Why there’s barely a mean tweet to be had, and other than sniffing little girls’ hair and being overly affectionate to the point of inappropriate with the fairer sex, he’s a paragon of virtue.

I can only speak for myself, but what made me want to be a man of character and principle was consistently seeing these virtues displayed in my grandfather and father. I wanted to aspire to goodness and decency because I saw the example in those who raised me. They never once sat me down and insisted that I be principled; they were principled. They lived it, and it made me want to live it as well.

If the e-mails clawing their way to the surface are to be believed, and there is no reason they shouldn’t be, they shed copious light on why crack, corruption, and loose women were the main staple of one Hunter Biden’s diet for the longest time.

I’m not even going to delve into the demonstrable truth that he started an intimate relationship with his brother’s wife upon his passing because I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was following Yibbum. Laying that little tidbit aside, the rest of the picture coming into focus is stomach-churning, to say the least.

So, what do we know this far of this virtuous man, this good Catholic, this moral rock of Gibraltar? He is pro-abortion, insists that eight-year-olds should be able to pick their gender, demanded a taste from any profits his extended family made from peddling his name, has been credibly accused of rape, has a predilection for sniffing young ladies’ hair, and believes anyone who adheres to biblical doctrine is primitive. Not my words, his!

Maintaining the narrative that a run of the mill dirty politician is a virtuous man is so crucial that major internet platforms are willing to risk their survival to keep the public from seeing otherwise. Try as they might, they can’t keep a lid on the stories coming out about the level of corruption. I won’t go so far as to say I’m shocked because I grew up in a Communist country, so corrupt politicians were a given. However, I am saddened to realize that politicians are politicians the world over whether they’re siphoning millions from third world countries or first world countries.

Say what you will about the angry tweeter with the orange hair; call him angry, crass, blunt, direct, tactless, undiplomatic, but at least he’s not a politician. As an added bonus, all evidence points to the fact that he genuinely loves this country.  

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.