Hillary Clinton

We really seem to be living in a banana republic – the United States of Bananas, as I’ve come to call it.

A friend has upbraided me constantly for voting for Trump, characterizing him as a pathological liar and a narcissistic vulgarian. Say what you will about Trump – he ultimately may prove to be the most morally and ethically challenged chief executive since U.S. Grant – but he pales alongside the Clintonian crime syndicate, especially in light of what has been revealed in the last couple of days.

A year ago, I was set on supporting the Libertarian Johnson/Weld ticket purely as a protest vote. But the realization eventually dawned on me: How could I, in good conscious, even contemplate a protest vote when American freedom, at least what remains of it, seemed to be hanging by a thin and perilously frayed thread?

And, frankly, I don’t understand how anybody can read the latest news and not conclude that this country has come to resemble more and more a Latin American-style Banana republic.

Yes, Trump’s juvenile public statements and Tweets trouble me as much as the next guy.  They have arguably eroded American public discourse – I’ll readily concede that. But the alternative was even more unpalatable: a gang of criminals that not only seemed hellbent on constructing an ideological echo chamber – using the mainstream media and, increasingly, the federal judiciary and elements of the Deep State to marginalize or even silence dissent – but also running the government as something resembling an organized crime syndicate.

If there is any silver lining to this, it’s the prospect that our malignant ruling class may be washing its hands of the pernicious Clintons, who may soon go the way of Harvey Weinstein.

One can hope.