Despite the offensive and deplorable things he has said, proposed and done during the campaign, I am rooting for Donald Trump to succeed. He will be my president.
I will imagine him as the crazy uncle I can always count on to say the most outrageous and inappropriate things. I’ll commiserate with other family members (“Can you believe what Uncle Donald said at Thanksgiving?”).
But I will still love him. Because he is family.
I will try to give him the benefit of the doubt, knowing that he doesn’t always “mean what he says,” and besides, Mom has always said “he means well.”
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Don’t get me wrong. I will speak out when I disagree with him and condemn any actions he takes that in my estimation cross the line. But I will respect him.
And unless and until he does something so bad where I would tell my parents that I refuse to go to Thanksgiving dinner if he's going to be there —hopefully we’ll make it to Thanksgiving — he will be my “Uncle Donald.”