It’s Official. Donald Trump Is. Your. President.

 WARNING: Do not continue reading beyond this point if you are of the opinion that Donald Trump is not your president.

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It’s official. All attempts to convince 37 electoral college electors to flip their votes have failed. Donald Trump was elected in a fair and constitutional election. He is the next President of the United States of America.

He. Is. Your. President.

In spite of this absolute and undeniable truth, I overheard a conversation from two strangers standing behind me in line at the grocery store. It went something like this:

WOMAN: (Crying) I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it.

MAN: (Pats her softly on the back, attempts to console her) I know you’re upset, but It’s official now. Donald Trump is the president. That is the truth.

WOMAN: (Pushes man away with unrestrained insolence) That’s not my truth and he is, most certainly not, my president.

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We’ve all seen the hashtags and heard the woeful cries,  but…Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot…  not my truth? Not my truth?Congratulations, lady having a melt-down in the grocery store, you win the prize for the most mulish, close-minded, arrogant, headstrong, pig-headed and irrational comment ever made. (Even for an Never-Trumper.) Give the girl a safety pin!

When Barack Obama was elected in 2008, I was disappointed. Then I put on a pair of big-girl panties and accepted the results because 1) I am an American and 2) it was a fair and constitutional election. When Obama was re-elected in 2012 I was extremely disappointed. In fact, I was easily as disappointed as today’s hyperventilating safety-pin-wearing-placard-toting-he’s-not-my-president-hashtag-wielding-vote-your-conscious Never-Trumpers. The thing is, it never once occurred to me to riot. It never occurred to me to destroy property. It never occurred to me to call perfectly nice people unimaginable names and accuse them of terrible things because of our political differences. It certainly never occurred to me to burn Old Glory or send death threats to electoral college electors.

I did not vote for him, but it never occurred to me to disrespect the office of the President of the United States of America by denying the truth. I never pretended to like it, but Barack Obama was (and is for 31 more days) my president.

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Frankly, all this dramatic protesting has served to accomplish nothing, except to prove liberal leftists do not value democracy or equality or fairness or diversity of thought and ideas as much as they claim. I’ve been finding it difficult to understand how adults expect to be taken seriously when they carry on like impudent two-years olds. It reminds me of something I used to say to my sons when they were teenagers: If you expect to be treated like an adult, you must behave like one; if you choose to behave like a two year-old, you should expect to be treated like one. 

When my kids threw temper tantrums (often in the grocery store when they were two), I put them in Time Out. They quickly figured out no amount of fist shaking, foot stomping or shrieking was going to render whatever it was they wanted. So they stopped. They were, albeit it exceptional in every conceivable way, merely two years old, and yet they got it. I got it too, because while counter-intuitive for a young mother completely absorbed by the adorable perfection of her children, nary an attempt to lovingly console those little cherubs rendered success like the Time Out. Seriously. The Time Out works like magic, but it’s not magic. It’s a textbook example of Operant Conditioning. 

Operant conditioning focuses on using either reinforcement or punishment to increase or decrease a behavior. Through this process, an association is formed between the behavior and the consequences for that behavior. For example, imagine that a trainer is trying to teach a dog to fetch a ball. When the dog successful chases and picks up the ball, the dog receives praise as a reward. When the animal fails to retrieve the ball, the trainer withholds the praise. Eventually, the dog forms an association between his behavior of fetching the ball and receiving the desired reward.

(https://www.verywell.com/classical-vs-operant-conditioning-2794861)

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Imagine how pleasant the world would be if we applied this same method to all the hyperventilating safety-pin-wearing-placard-toting-he’s-not-my-president-hashtag-wielding-vote-your-conscious Never-Trumpers? Obviously, one can’t put hoards of protesters in Time Out, but one can simply ignore them; carry on and refuse to give them the attention they seek. Mark my words…they’ll thank us some day. If for nothing else, the money saved on poster board and sharpies.

If you choose to act like a two year-old, you should expect to be treated like one. Preach.

#TimeOut  #NotMyPresident  #OhYesHeIs  #ItsOfficial

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