This is one of those times when words fail me:
“WASHINGTON — For more than 100 years, Jack Johnson’s legend as the first black heavyweight boxing champion has been undisputed, but his legacy had been tarnished by a racially tainted criminal conviction.
His battles against white opponents, in the ring and outside of it, gave rise to “The Great White Hope” play and movie and he came to be lionized as a barrier breaker.
But the criminal conviction from 1913 that most would find abhorrent today — for transporting a white woman across state lines — haunted Johnson well after his death in 1946 and motivated politicians and celebrities for years to advocate for a pardon, however symbolic.
On Thursday in the Oval Office, Johnson posthumously found an unexpected champion: President Trump. …”
I look back in disgust on how I spent 2015, 2016 and 2017.
I remember going to Trump rallies, watching those debates, writing articles on this blog, tweeting about #cuckservatives, encouraging people to vote for Donald Trump, following the polls, analyzing the Trump presidency and driving all the way to Washington, DC to attend the Inauguration. In hindsight, it was one of the biggest wastes of time in my life and I should have known better.
We convinced ourselves that this guy was going to be our champion. We believed he was going to change the status quo in Washington and among other things, he signed the Charlottesville resolution, pardoned Jack Johnson and Shalom Rubashkin, attacked Syria twice, blew his political capital on a corporate tax cut, tore up the Iran deal and recognized Jerusalem as the capital of Israel.
American politics is just a sinkhole.