Name-calling, Complacency and Getting it Right. Oh, and also, Vote!

SO YESTERDAY, FIRST READER gently suggested enough with the name-calling. He

A Trump by any other name is still a Trump.

didn’t criticize of chastise me,or for that matter, say anything else on the subject. And as usual, it got me thinking. What is it about name calling?

Part of it, I think, is that it’s a signal to our fellow team members which team we’re on–similar to bumper stickers and even some  hairstyles.

There are other reasons for name-calling and assigning nicknames. W. Bush used to call all of the journalists in the press corp nicknames, I think for a couple of reasons, and I have to hand it to him–It was brilliant. He didn’t have to learn our names, and while most of us were geeks and policy wonks, we got to feel like we belonged, for a time, in the Cool Kids Club–a total, but effective, frat boy move. In the press pool, we were known by monikers including, Stretch, Super Stretch and Shades. I was “Blondie,” but so were all of the blondes there–most of them were FOX cubs.

I think Trump assigns nicknames for two reasons: to undermine and belittle those who oppose him, and to “brand” them, similar to a commercial jingle. Say it often enough, and it sticks.

And I respect the office of the President of the United States and promise to defend her against all enemies, foreign and domestic, I choke everytime I see this man connected to that title.

Another reason to stop with the monikers is that it’s beneath us, and we have better things to do with our time. Like voting drives, helping local elections and getting the word out, ground-level–grass roots.

Our great grandfathers and grandmothers were members of the Greatest Generation. I don’t want my generation to go down  in history as the Complacent Generation.

We keep hearing about the coming Blue Wave, but that doesn’t absolve us from putting our shoulders in and moving this embarrassing boulder back where it belongs. And certainly out of the White House.

And thank you First Reader. Sometimes I need a gentle nudge (well, sometimes I just flat out need to be reigned in), but he’s far too polite to do more than suggest. I should take that as a compliment, I think. Put out the seed. The flowers will come . . .

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