Figurative Language Lesson: Hyperbole

I feel bad for President Trump. He speaks in (albeit crass) hyperbole, and the left tries to interpret him literally. Did you all fail English class, or nap when they taught figurative language?

Do you take the Bible literally? Or poetry? Or music? Or drama? You do know that you’re not supposed to, right? You do know you’re supposed to read between the lines— interpret— not take literally? And if you’re not capable of that, then you at least need to take your hate-blinders off and just look to the results.

Or is it more— perhaps it’s symptomatic of a hate borne from continuously losing in the ongoing campaign(s) to take down the President that’s making you ignorant?

And it’s kind of funny too. All of you haters have actually pushed me closer to Trump through making me feel "defensive" about my vote. Back in 2016 I voted for Trump because I thought Hillary would be a huge mistake, and that perhaps Trump's business acumen might make a nice change of pace for running the business that is America from the standard politician. The thing is, I didn’t particularly like him, I didn’t think he was particularly qualified beyond his business sense. But this year I've changed once again. This year I'll be voting for him out of pride.

Which was the exact opposite of my previous two votes in 2008 and 2012. Yep, surprise— in 2008 I voted for Obama.

With the rest of the issues mostly being equal, I voted blue because it made me proud as an American of the progress our country has made to be able to run and elect a black President. I also thought he would be a nice change of pace from the post-war climate that marked the end of W’s terms. 

But in 2012 I voted Romney— I realized that I had made a huge mistake, allowing my pride in America and our ability to (temporarily) put our racial issues aside, and voted red once again.

And so, for all of the haters on the left, it’s probably better that you just go ahead and stay home in November rather than vote, until you can brush up a bit on your language skills.

And call your therapist— it’s going to be a long upcoming four years for you, and frankly, we’re tired of you bringing the whine without any cheese...

© Ray Cattie