DISCLAIMER: Before I begin, I want to address any confusion/inferences made from my last post. When I reference certain people in theses posts, like Dockidds or others, I am not endorsing anything in full of which they are saying. I do not think Obama is the Anti-Christ, and I do not believe Pope Francis is the False Prophet. To be honest with you, I believe that, right now, anyone could be the anti-Christ. That crazy lady down the street who yells at you every time you drive by her house at a normal driving speed could be the anti-Christ for all I know. I don’t know God’s future plan for this world; anyone who claims they do and makes certain predictions is doing just that: predicting. I do not endorse targeting certain individuals with such labels, and I do not care to entertain the idea that people are the anti-Christ, unless this is the Tribulation; in that case, I’d be on the lookout, too. Now, on with the rest of this article.
In the fall of 2015, I began my high school experience. While I was never a person highly interested in school (I’m not one to willingly stick around after classes are done with in order to do after-school activities, unless I have a good reason for it), high school was definitely different than middle school. The people didn’t mature much more in the four years they spent in the institution; however, some did become adults. The adults in high school also treated students differently. Of course, it was on a teacher-to-teacher basis, but there was a difference on the behaviors; some swore more, some talked about politics more, and some assigned homework a lot more.
During this transition, I grew a dislike of swear words. Back in that grade, my friends even made fun of me because I would not swear, or write swear words into anything I wrote. Why am I so against saying such words? It’s a basic concept built upon two things. The first of them is that I was raised in a home where swearing was not allowed or tolerated. My parents did not allow me or my sibilants to say words they didn’t approve of. These words didn’t go into “unreasonable” territory; however, these words do fall into the “swear word” category. To give you a basic idea: Many of the words are the same that would be bleeped out on normal TV programs. You could say I was raised on a certain moral value: People who say these words are usually not able to think of better words to say. Do I think all of the people who swear are stupid or lesser in social stature? Not in the slightest; Styxhexenhammer, who I constantly reference, swears constantly throughout his videos. He’s probably a thousand times more knowledgeable than I am.
After about the third week of school, I was befallen of some weird coughing-thing. While I still, personally, can’t even think of how it went on, I can confirm this from a doctor’s analysis: I was first plagued by some sickness, like a coughing-thing, and then it transferred to some sort of tick; I would cough whenever someone said “cough” (probably my brain reminding me, ‘Hey, you’re sick, you’re supposed to cough’. Trust me, 90% of the time it was more reflexive than deliberate.).
THROWN INTO THE FRAY OF THE ELECTION
I was not into the 2016 elections when it first started; thanks to Dockidds, I knew another one was coming. However, all I knew of Hillary Clinton, at that point, was that she had been an Obama crone, and that she wasn’t very moral. Then, one day on the radio, I heard, “Donald Trump called a woman a bad name” (I have no idea the exact wording, but that was the overall statement). My first thought was, “That’s not good if you’re running for…President…then you probably shouldn’t be running your mouth off like that.” Again, up to this point, I had never known who Trump was.
My affinity for the Republicans came in a weird way. I don’t have a #WalkAway story, or a “the Democratic Party left me…” tale; I’ve always held a moderate view of politics, up until the 2016 elections. I was drawn to the party through the debates. I first saw the 2015 Second Republican Presidential debate when it first aired. You know what I did after that? If I could, the night they came on, I would try to tune into every single debate (major party debates) that aired. After my first exposure to the Republicans, I loved the experience. This form of political promotion was great in my mind. The viewer got to see a part of all of the candidates, side by side, all on one stage. After the first debate I saw, I honestly couldn’t choose between any of the candidates! Huckabee, Cruz, Fiorina, Kasich, Bush, Rubio, Pataki, Graham, Trump- all of them seemed like good candidates. Why was this? All of them, except maybe two, were anti-abortion, anti-Christian persecution, and anti-Palestinian takeover. (Back then, I was a single-issue voter). When I heard the Democrats were going to have their own debate, I was highly interested. What would it be like? Would it be the same as the Republicans? How many of them were running again? My interest had been spiked.
Then, I saw the debate. And you know what? It was probably the most boring thing I’d ever heard. Trust me, I love grandstanding and bragging as much as the next guy, but the debate wasn’t a debate; it was a support group. All the candidates did was get on each other’s cases about who could be the nicest to minorities and immigrants, who could give out the most, and who would be the biggest progressive. The most interesting part was when the Sanders supported Clinton by shouting, “NOBODY CARES…ABOUT YOUR **** EMAILS!”. Turns out, he should have added, “In the Democratic Party” on the end of that, because, I can assure you, a majority of the Right did in fact, care about her emails. But, I’lll digress.
Let’s skip ahead a few weeks. More debates fly by, and as the political field narrowed, so did my potential support margin. By the time the field of candidates had shrank down to around 14 or 13 candidates, my support had split to specific candidates, for specific reasons: Mike Huckabee, since he was a Baptist preacher and strongly against abortion; Ted Cruz, another Christian, and heavily against abortion; Fiorina, since she was against abortion, and could potentially fight against Clinton; Rand Paul, because he had a motivating narrative; Ben Carson, because he was so likable, and a doctor; Rick Santorum, because he was a nice guy, and pretty strong on his morals; Marco, since he could stand his ground with Cruz and Trump; Bush, because he was a Christian; Graham, because he was so against ISIS; and finally, Trump. He was so motivating, so inflammatory, and so rebellious against the establishment, Political Correctness, and out-their that it was hard not to like him. Even though he was reckless, he knew how to drive a message.
My sentiments about the left, however, did change as the debates and Election season went on. Bernie Sanders, in particular, was one of the main reasons why I went slowly more and more Right. Free college? Why would you want that? Where’s the competition, the reason to try, and who’s paying for it? If I could enroll, for free, into any college any time for any reason, why not put it off for….sixty years? If I could go, work a job for sixty years, which doesn’t require a college degree, then where’s the incentive to actually put myself of up to eight years of college? Also, free healthcare: For one thing, I’m legally blind. Does that mean if I wanted it, I could get a medical implant, for free, and not have to worry about the cost? Sounds great, until you think about who’s paying for it. How much does an average surgery cost? Then, add that bill to the growing one of consulting appointments, hospital visits, and therapy in order to use my new biconical implant and….well, I’ll just ballpark that into the neighborhood of ‘way too much’. Sure, free healthcare sounds fine, but what are the repercussions of that? Laziness, money, and bills. Or, at least, that’s what my position was on it, and still is today. Another topic on which I grew to dislike was the topic of Abortion. Now, I was already pretty much hard-core anti-abortion; if you’ve read any of my earlier articles, you’d know that. But, this takes the cake: What Hillary Clinton believe, in my eyes, was madness. Bernie Sanders, well, he really didn’t have a message, as far as I knew, on it. Clinton believed it was a “women’s right” to choose to ‘terminate’ her pregnancy. Personally, I think it takes mental gymnastics to pull this one off: The same people who promote children deciding their gender without their parent’s decision, will let those same parents (or ‘parent’, in this case) choose whether that same child lives or dies when they are forming in the stomach. The Left, who champions letting children decide their gender, and does not want parent involvement or say in the matter, does not say the same with the topic on abortion. Again, I personally believe all forms of human killing is murder, and that the act of self defense, state-issued execution of a criminal, and rescue (in some cases involving killing), is the only forms where it’s okay. But, again, the abortion topic was not a selling point of the Democrats for me.
So, the new year rolled around, and the candidate field significantly shrank again. With the Iowa contest came the drop of both Huckabee and Paul (I nearly cried when the former announced his leave; I had personally grown to champion his platform). For a time, my issues in school died down.
After every debate, I analyzed my options based on my views, the candidates’ national standing, and their chances of winning both the nomination and the eventual race for President. Ben Carson? Dropped out. Ted Cruz? Nice guy, but he was strictly anti-Trump; at the time, Trump was the front runner, so if he won, what would Cruz do? Too risky to support. Rubio? Weak on foreign policy, domestic issues, and his moral outlook, at least to me. Kasich? Why was he even there still?
All of these factors went through my head while the primaries accelerated towards the convention. I had discarded possible support of the Democrats long ago, but I still kept up on that race, too.
SCHOOL WINDS DOWN
I became a champion of Rick Snyder when the Flint Water Crisis occurred. It wasn’t because of how he handled it, nor because of what he did when the crisis went public; it was out of rebellion to the liberal propaganda my teachers began to spew onto my classes. I believe at least a fourth of my values came from this mentality. Not one of my teachers supported the Republicans, and their teachings heavily favored the Left; so, someone had to. Not one of my fellow students (well, the ones I knew) preserved themselves from swear words; I wanted to be that one student who did. I was the only kid, it seemed to me, who was an outspoken Conservative. This rebellious spirit lies in us all; like water, we want to expand when there’s resistance. It’s how we express this rebellion which makes us different. In my view, Rick Snyder didn’t seem like the kind of man who would intentionally poison his citizens’ water, then do ‘as little as possible’ to fix it, or ‘leave it to someone else’. So, then, why were my teachers telling me it was his fault, or that he was the root of this problem? Funny thing, too: One teacher even had the gall to blame Republicans for this problem, and the fact that it still wasn’t fixed. More of that “Republicans only care for the rich”, right?
Then came the end of the 9th grade school year, and I realized something. Support for Donald Trump, much less Republicans, in my school, was scarce. I’ve heard it said before that “Conservatives often feel alone on campus, as they are in the minority of political thought in such places”. That’s what I felt when I left my high school. I could count at least three teachers who were anti-Republican, if not Liberal. Two of those three had acted like moderates, but there had been signs of their biases when class discussion had ensued. I lost a friend, even; this friend, who was a major fan of Obama (but against homosexuals; imagine the cognitive dissidence there) literally stood up on a stage with another one of my former friends, and shouted “Donald Trump sucks!”. I’m not one to have thin skin, but this was personally saddening for me. I personally told him that I, at the time, supported Trump and that was one of the reasons he left me as a friend. I decided to avoid the other “friend”, as I feared minor bullying/harassment from him for being a Trump supporter. On the contrary, another two of my friends grew closer to me. One, who was an atheist-Libertarian kid, was brilliant in debating my other friend, a liberal kid who was, at the beginning of the year, a blinded Democrat-fan; however, by the end of the school year, his mind had opened to think of more open views.
This is the second of four parts in my journey. In my next part, I’ll discuss everything that happened after my leaving of my 9th-grade high school, and everything that happened leading up to the inauguration of President Trump. If you would like to keep up with it, and be notified of the next post, please subscribe to The University Conservative.