Behold the Power of Trump

I've had a running joke with family and friends the past few months that I think it's time to share. I call it, "Behold the power of Trump" (you have to utter it in the tone of the old "Behold the power of cheese" commercials), and it's about things the Right has been trying to persuade the Left of for years, and the persuasion happens at last in one fell swoop because of Trump Derangement.

The Left has discovered the 2nd amendment? Behold the power of Trump!

He got over 1 million feminists to knit? Behold the power of Trump!

And the most fantastical of all? In solidarity with the few celebrities who dared to publicly associate with Trump, Mr. W, a man who has ostentatiously mocked football all his life, watched the Super Bowl and rooted for the Pats. My husband does not watch football, nor does he get ga-ga over politicians, and he has kind, courtly manners. I don't get it. But:  Behold the power of Trump! 

I'm not happy that the nation is so divided and that some among us genuinely fear the worst (much public protest is ginned up, but not all, and I feel sorry for those who are letting their fears get the best of them). Perhaps the fear will be salutary, however, if it causes people to understand how precious are the rights that up until 25 seconds ago they were willing to trample, and why one might want a gun even if the country no longer needs militia, and why one might want more school choice.


More: I'm a gay New Yorker and I'm coming out as conservative.   
I've already told my family, and it’s brought me closer to my father. He’s a Republican and a farmer in Iowa, and for years we just didn’t have very much to talk about. But after Trump’s inauguration, we chatted for two hours, bonding over the ridiculousness of lefties. But we also got serious: He told me that he is proud of my writing, and I opened up about my personal life in a way I never had before to him.
Reconciling gay New Yorkers to their midwestern farmer fathers? Behold the power of Trump!