Having watched both conventions, I was struck not so much by the different tones — the Republican National Convention and its tendency toward fighting words and stoking fear; the Democratic National Convention with a contagious enthusiasm and an eye toward progress — but rather the contrasting demeanor of the two nominees.
Donald Trump, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has enjoyed more financial and personal prosperity than any man can dream of, scowled, barked and baited.
Hillary Clinton, meanwhile, who was raised by parents who toiled and struggled, has endured a challenging marriage, ill health and an onslaught of politically driven witch hunts, smiled, consoled and cheered. As an independent, this irony is not lost on me, nor should it be on the millions of other politically agnostic viewers.
Trump’s histrionics helped him gain the nomination. It made for good television and great late-night talk-show fodder. But the presidency is not a reality TV show nor does the country needs a John Wayne who has unresolved anger-management issues.
Trump, of course, could change his ways. But for now his behavior is degrading to himself, his party and the country he pledges to make great again.