Trump Is a Human Being! (And So Are People on the Left)

The latest attempted assassination of President Donald Trump put me in a mood. To have it then followed by the media brushing the attack aside, blaming Trump himself for the attack, and Jimmy Kimmel doubling down on his fantasies about Trump being dead without his bosses so much as looking up really raised my ire.

To paraphrase Michelle Obama, “When they go low, you go humorous.”

I hit the keyboard with a vengeance:

In groundbreaking research published this week in the journal Nature, scientists at the University of Edinburgh announced that they have discovered that American President Donald J. Trump is, in fact, a human being.

The Edinburgh researchers went back nearly 50 years to when Trump first appeared in public view, and through data analysis, video analysis, and even DNA analysis from discarded McDonald’s remnants and Diet Coke cans, the evidence was irrefutable.

“Donald J. Trump is, with 99.9% certainty, a member of the Homo sapiens species.”

The findings were immediately disputed by the American media, Democratic Party leadership, and scholars at several Ivy League universities.

“I find no basis with which to support the hypothesis that Trump is a human being,” said one sociology professor with purple hair, a No Kings sweatshirt, and multiple personal pronouns in their bio.

MS NOW carried a chyron, “Don’t Follow the Science!”

House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries—as he did the Supreme Court—called the researchers “illegitimate.”

The issue came to the forefront last week with the latest attempt to kill the one known alternatively as “Orange Man,” “Tyrant,” and “Hitler,” and after ten years of mounting depictions of Trump as a being absent of a soul or heart. Indeed, J. Hugo Kreinpoff, a professor of mythology at Harvard, has put forth the theory that Trump is an archetypal mythical demon creature, a rightful target for destruction by the archetypal hero …

Yeah, the rhetoric from the Left dehumanizing President Trump and his supporters had me on a roll. A righteous roll, I might have said.

However, during a break in writing, there came a tap on my shoulder. “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”

That tap came while walking through the District of Columbia’s Union Station. I was hustling through the cavernous main hall when I saw a tiny, rotund figure slowly waddling across the marble floor. He was limping, pale, dragging a suitcase … somewhat sad, burdened, and weary … and all alone.

A speck amid the huge, nearly empty hall.

It was Rep. Jerry Nadler, presumably on his way to catch a train back home to New York.

Jerry Nadler! One of THEM. One who has made constant hay out of attacking the president. The one who alleged that Antifa was not real, even as Antifa was spilling the real blood of average Americans. The one who refers to Jan. 6 protesters as “domestic terrorists” and believes that MAGA supporters are extremists promoting “incipient fascism.”

The one … and here comes that tap on the shoulder … the one whom I’ve held up for scorn and made constant jokes about.

Look. Political leaders are fair game. It’s a role of the jester to deflate the powerful and speak for the powerless. It’s the role of the public to hold their elected servants to account. The problem comes when opponents become an object of scorn—the object of ridicule—or, as Kimmel’s monologues show, an object of hatred.

We can’t be turning foes and leaders into objects.

Watching Nadler hobble toward home, no aides in sight, no evidence of his political power, nowhere near as large a figure as he seems on TV, I was struck by his humanity. My heart ached a bit for him. The conviction that I was guilty of the same crime of dehumanizing others hung heavy.

Perhaps I am not guilty to the same degree as those egging on political violence, who simply refuse to see their opponents as real people. Nonetheless, I have enough plank in my eye to build a treehouse.

Oh, I’m sure I’ll poke Nadler again at some point. Not only am I hardwired to jest, but he’ll likely deserve it. But I pray it won’t come from a hard heart. May I acknowledge in him—without the help of the University of Edinburgh—the humanity that is so often denied those of us on this side of the aisle.

Have a good, safe trip home, sir. And may you find loved ones awaiting you at the station.

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