- deserving strong condemnation. “the deplorable conditions in which most prisoners are held” Similar: disgraceful-shameful-dishonorable-disreputable-discreditable
Hillary Clinton said the following in 2016, which many believed labeling some of the Trump supporters as deplorables, cost her the win. Personally, I thought this part of her speech was arrogant and highly stupid -but not untrue:
“You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables. Right? The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic — you name it. And unfortunately there are people like that. And he has lifted them up. He has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people — now 11 million. He tweets and retweets their offensive, hateful, mean-spirited rhetoric. Now some of those folks — they are irredeemable, but thankfully they are not America.
But the other basket — and I know this because I see friends from all over America here — I see friends from Florida and Georgia and South Carolina and Texas — as well as, you know, New York and California — but that other basket of people are people who feel that the government has let them down, the economy has let them down, nobody cares about them, nobody worries about what happens to their lives and their futures, and they’re just desperate for change. It doesn’t really even matter where it comes from. They don’t buy everything he says, but he seems to hold out some hope that their lives will be different. They won’t wake up and see their jobs disappear, lose a kid to heroin, feel like they’re in a dead end. Those are people we have to understand and empathize with as well.”
― Hilary Rodham Clinton
I don’t know any deplorables, I don’t associate with that kind of people, but after listening to some of the rioters on Capitol Hill, I think Hillary Clinton got it wrong. They are not deplorables, they are criminals. They came with the intent to capture, hurt, harm and eventually also kill.
I talked with a customer the other day. She had just lost her husband to COVID-related pneumonia on the morning of Christmas Evening. I talked with her for a while and then, out of the blue, she made a statement about the election and Trump.
“I voted an all Republican ticket,” she informed me, “There is no way Biden won the election.” I didn’t say anything, because I think like a prostitute when it comes to my business and my customers. I please them, and they pay me! No kissing, no hugging!
Her logic was lost on me. I smiled and allowed myself the luxury of shaking my head because on the phone, I can’t be seen. So she thinks because of the way she voted, the result of the election can’t be true? That’s rich!
“What do you think?” she asked me and by now I have the drill down. I act like a politician or a good diplomate. I ignore the question, act as nothing happened, and start talking about my dogs, the weather, or something similarly important.
She is my customer. I have to respect her taste, I have to treat her nice and kind. I charge her the same I charge everybody else -even though it’s often tempting to put an extra invisible moron-charge on top of it. I have to bite my tongue because in the end, it doesn’t matter what I think. She is not my friend, we will not interact with each other in our private lives.
“By now I consider you my friend,” she said a few moments later, and I smiled and nodded on my end of the line. “Of course,” I said and it seemed to please her. Having someone like me as a friend is a nice pet to have -many have tried.
She is not a violent person. She is not a deplorable. She is an American who has a different opinion and while I don’t understand it, it’s not my job to enlighten her or educate her.
I have to get over myself. Half of this country is angry and violent, or bound by a love to a scripture that was written by human beings, in the name of a God we cannot prove exists.
My mailman, the policeman or fireman coming to my rescue, the doctor healing me, the football player running for the touchdown for my team, the neighbor helping me when we are sick, they all might have a different political opinion. They all might have beliefs that I don’t understand, but they are part of my life.
They are Americans. They are humans. They are helping me in so many ways on an everyday basis and I do the same vice versa.
I respect them for what they do, and I don’t judge them anymore -even though some make it hard. I don’t want to be judged for my believes either.
We all have the right to have an opinion.
I have ended some friendships during the last four years -for my sanity. It doesn’t mean I don’t like them, it just means I don’t like them enough to deal with them anymore. I don’t do racism, I don’t do ignorance, and religious fanatics are not good for my vertigo because the constant headshaking makes me dizzy.
Decluttering our life once in a while is healthy. Make room for new things! Make room for new people!
I don’t know any deplorables!
As for the foul eggs in the basket, they are criminals -not deplorables.
They are beneath all of us!
(Goodness were did that post come from?)