The specter of a Donald Trump presidency looms on the horizon and brings with it a rogues gallery of characters to surround him in office.
Imagine Newt Gingrich as vice president, Chris Christie as attorney general, Sarah Palin as secretary of defense and — the dream of all dreams — Ted Cruz on the Supreme Court, where he could expand the glories of Citizens United, Hobby Lobby, George Bush v. Al Gore and further trample on voting rights because we live in a post-racial society don’t-cha know.
But alas, such a rosy scenario will exist only in the minds of his supporters. The inexorable wedge he is driving through the GOP will leave it in a shambles and needing a yooge reset. He has already alienated virtually every demographic group and still has months to spew his hostile rhetorical takeover of a party that now supports banning Muslims, building walls, deporting millions, bathroom police and a reckless and unpredictable foreign policy. Every day is like open-mic night with a whiney blowhard.
And though he could act as his own spokesman, presidential he is not. Thanks, but no thanks.
Ken McDaniel, Arroyo Grande