Back in May, when Trump won the Indiana primary, I felt like such a dope. I was actually waiting for someone to tell me what we were going to do. Just days earlier, we’d all stood on the platform together, refusing to get on the Trump Train.Never! we cried. The conductor was crazy, the destination too uncertain. The price was far too high. Then the train belched out another of its horrible, noxious clouds, and when the smoke cleared, only a handful of us remained, and almost everyone had climbed aboard. I felt like Rick in Casablanca, standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look on my face, because my insides had just been kicked out.As far as I was concerned, the primary voters could be forgiven their choice. They’d been seduced by a master manipulator. But elected officials and other Republican leaders who know what the job of president entails, who know how unsuited Trump was and how he would stain us, I thought they’d join in the effort to find an alternative. It would be hard, but what other choice was there?
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