NOT THEIR PARTY (So They’ll Lie If They Want To)

Imagine a small house party, with just you and a few close friends from work. One of the guests receives a phone call. You hear her listing off the address where your small party of eight is gathered. Half an hour later, two people from the office who you don’t know well show up.

A bottle of wine is passed around to share between 10 people.

The newbies seem nice enough so you bypass your own wine glass and offer them your share, since the bottle is near empty. Both decline so you pour about two fingers of the beverage into your own glass, soon realizing it’s just enough to make you feel a little more relaxed after a long day at the office.

A deck of cards appears, and a game of gin rummy breaks out. Someone mentions getting the poker chips out, but the hostess waves it off and decides there’s no need to keep score. It’s a night of fun and relaxation. Score keeping isn’t needed.

After a few hands are played, one friend excuses herself from the group to stand outside to smoke a cigarette in the dark. With the card game stalled, someone picks up the remote and surfs through the TV channels, bypassing a somewhat risqué scene in some unknown movie and settling on an oldies channel playing an episode of “Friends.”

There’s talk about the weather, chatter about some recent tragedy from last night’s news, discussions of work, spouses, children, and still a general feeling of well being, with the exception of that recent tragedy from last night’s news that your mind so desperately wants to reject. I mean, how can some people be so evil and harm others like that, right?

You’re among friends—mostly. Except for the two recent newcomers. But you’re optimistic and figure by the time the evening is over, you may have two new members to add to your friends’ list. And your weekly girls’ gathering of 8 may now become 10. The more, the merrier!

With the cigarette break over, the card game resumes. It’s a fun night, a casual night of friendly banter and laughter. You’re feeling pretty good despite the cards not being so kind, and make a joke about wishing there was at least one more bottle of wine to pass around to drown your sorrows from losing so badly.

One of your best friends starts to recall her recent breakup, explaining how stupid and gullible it made her feel when she found out her ex had been cheating on her for years. The general good mood turns solemn, then people take turns trying to cheer her up. We’ve all been there. That’s what friends are for.

At the end of the evening, perfectly sober after the two fingers of wine you consumed four hours earlier, you don your jacket, hug a few people, bid farewell, then drive less than a mile to your home.

The kids are asleep. Your spouse is sitting on the sofa when you walk in. He asks how the girls’ night out was, and you give a brief rundown of the quiet but nice evening, then shower and head off to bed.

The next morning, you arrive at work, feeling a strange sense of tension as you walk from the main entrance towards your office.

A few heads turn as you walk by, then quickly look away. No one says a word. Not even your normally chatty office assistant who sits staring down at her desk in an obvious uncomfortable manner when you pass by, greeting her with your typical smile and a “Good morning.” As you review your schedule for the day, something still doesn’t feel right.

A couple of your good friends from last night’s house party step into your office and close the door. One look at their faces and you know something is wrong. Seriously wrong. You’re almost afraid to ask, but friend number 1 doesn’t wait for an invitation to speak. With one brow severely arched, she asks pointedly: “Did you know that we are all a bunch of drunken, gambling, whoring porn watchers who indulge in racist and sexist TV shows?”

You’re dumbfounded but find your voice, asking, “What are you talking about? Us? Drunks? What porn? What’s going on?” You sit there in stunned silence as you’re told of the rumor going around the office—a rumor that obviously came from someone at the small house party. But who? Who would make up such absurd lies? And for what purpose?

While you had been enjoying a causal and comfortable evening with friends, someone there, (possibly one of the two newcomers?) had somehow seen an entirely different scene, one that was not even close to reality.

You’re told that that brief risqué scene that was bypassed while channel surfing, was interpreted to mean the hostess subscribed to porn channels. The one bottle of wine that was shared had somehow been turned into a drunken bash of a party, and you are the worst drunk of all for wishing for a second wine bottle. Susie’s one cigarette break? Probably smoking marijuana. And your best friend’s breakup? Must mean she’s now whoring around.

You’re flabbergasted. How could anyone get it so wrong? How could anyone sitting at the table see an entirely different scenario from what really happened?

How is something like this even possible?

This was how I felt after attending my first Trump rally.

I witnessed a remarkable rally where it felt that everyone there was family. Where a presidential candidate spoke of the love he has for this country. Where people of all persuasions, applauded him. How proud and hopeful we all felt that such an amazing man who wanted to fix this country’s problems, had a plan to do just that!

I watched parents of murdered children holding up signs of their deceased loved ones, begging Mr Trump to do something about illegal aliens pouring across our border. Race was irrelevant. Gender was irrelevant. National origin? Irrelevant. Sexual orientation? Didn’t matter. We were all Americans. All.

People who still had strong accents from their native countries, now American citizens, pleading we build a wall.

GOP nominee Donald J Trump, stood before the mic, talking about building that wall, emphasizing the great big beautiful door to let people in legally. He made it crystal clear how he loved America, and didn’t want to keep the hard working immigrants out, but wanted them to also have a chance at The American Dream.

He said he wanted the wall to ensure those who come here do so legally, since gang members such as MS13 were crossing our border, bringing dangerous and illegal drugs, harming and even killing American citizens. Several of those murdered by illegal immigrants were represented by family members in attendance holding posters of their deceased loved ones. Several of those holding the posters stood before the mic had become American citizens to escape such barbarism, only to lose a loved one to such preventable violence on American soil.

He wanted to stop the gang members, the heavy flow of drugs, human trafficking, and any criminals coming here to escape justice in their own country.

When I got home after an amazing rally, I turned on CNN, and soon switched to MSNBC. What did I hear on both channels? Their message was clear: Instead of the rally coverage being about making America great, it was about racism, xenophobia, misogynistic, yada, yada, yada, blah…blah..blah.

They reported that Trump wanted to build a wall to keep Mexicans and other minorities out, indicating it was due to racism. No mention that dangerous gang members, child traffickers, and drug smugglers were the reason for that wall. No mention of that great big beautiful door to welcome people here in a legal manner, so they, too, could enjoy what this country has to offer.

Just nasty, vile, hateful rhetoric. And video clips taken out of context. Deliberately taken out of context, because those who reported on the rally had been to the same rally I was at, and reported as if they’d seen the exact opposite of what I had witnessed for myself.

I didn’t hear one racist or sexist comment when I was there. I saw signs saying “Latinos for Trump!” “Gays for Trump!” “Women for Trump.” We were all united. One people. It was glorious.

Outside, after the rally ended, I saw hordes of protesters wearing bandanas to cover their faces, blocking the roads, some in cars, some on foot. Some held signs with messages that read, “Kill Whitey,” “F-k Trump,” “America is Evil,” and we were treated to protestors threatening bodily harm and pelting the rally attendees with rocks.

From my blocked car, I watched a man just minding his own business, walking along the sidewalk while wearing a MAGA hat. He was jumped while waiting for the walk sign to light up at an intersection, and dragged to the ground by an irate protestor. All without provocation. Simply because he’d attended a Trump rally.

They blocked our cars so we couldn’t leave. We were trapped in parking lots and on the nearby streets for hours, while protestors screamed profanities and threats, waving signs as a testimony of their hatred. I was told that California belongs to Mexico. And they were going to take it back.

The scene was intimidating. I had my son in the car and was scared for both our lives.

If I had any doubt before as to which side was right and which was wrong—Trump supporters verses the anti-Trump protestors—I left there with no doubt whatsoever.

I expected to see the news that night show outtakes of the rally goers being attacked, blocked, and the hateful messages on the signs carried by many of the protestors. Instead, I came home to CNN broadcasting what I knew first-hand to be unabashed lies about almost everything Trump had said.

The news channels alluded to Trump being a racist, and just about every other nasty name from the leftist playbook. They bastardized his words, and the message they broadcasted was clear: If you vote for Trump, you, too, are a racist, xenophobe, misogynist—someone of questionable intelligence and character.

It was an eye opener. Prior to that evening, I’d thought the news media, being so biased, was likely due to misunderstandings.

Now, I know it’s deliberate. It’s been deliberate for quite some time. Their reporters had heard the same words as I and tens of thousands of other rally attendees, and still blatantly lied.

Trust issues? I now have many. Topping that list is the mainstream news media, who defended the attackers and verbally attacked the protestors’ victims, all while telling one carefully calculated lie after another regarding the GOP nominee.


Do I have severe trust issues when it comes to the mainstream media? You betcha! Anyone with even a modicum of intelligences should share in those trust issues. That evening, I realized the gloves had come off, and the mainstream propaganda machine planned to fight dirty to the bitter end.

I now boycott both CNN and MSNBC. And I hope you all do, too.

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