The Merton Prayer

 Written by his greatness Thomas Merton the monk, it’s worth sharing once in a while.

My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.

And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,

though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though
I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.

I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

“The Merton Prayer” from Thoughts in Solitude Copyright © 1956, 1958 by The Abbey of Our Lady of Gethsemani. 

You may be familiar with the infamous “Patience Prayer,” which goes as follows:

    “Lord, please give me patience — and give it to me now!”

Seriously, you undoubtedly know how the famous Serenity Prayer goes:

    God grant me the serenity
    to accept the things I cannot change;

    courage to change the things I can;

    and wisdom to know the difference.

The prayer, attributed to the great 20th-century theologian and preacher Reinhold Niebuhr, is so powerful that Alcoholics Anonymous incorporated it into its great recovery program.

But that one sentence is the condensed version of The Serenity Prayer, with the remainder of it taking an abrupt and rather strange turn. The entire prayer goes as follows:

Hardship: the pathway to peace?

    God grant me the serenity
    to accept the things I cannot change;
    courage to change the things I can;
    and wisdom to know the difference.

    Living one day at a time;

    Enjoying one moment at a time;

    Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

    Taking, as He did, this sinful world
    as it is, not as I would have it;

    Trusting that He will make all things right
    if I surrender to His Will;

    That I may be reasonably happy in this life
    and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

It’s difficult with the pall currently cast over the world to live, as the prayer alludes to, one day at a time, or even to enjoy one moment. And I’m not sure many people see the acceptance of “hardships as the way to peace.”

Yet the Apostle Paul definitely believed that hard times were a pathway to peace. He wrote the following words about finding contentment (being at peace) in Chapter 4 of his letter to the Philippians:

    10) I rejoice in the Lord greatly that now at last you have revived your concern for me; indeed, you were concerned for me, but had no opportunity to show it.

    11) Not that I am referring to being in need; for I have learned to be content with whatever I have.

    12) I know what it is to have little, and I know what it is to have plenty. In any and all circumstances I have learned the secret of being well-fed and of going hungry, of having plenty and of being in need.

    13) I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

Paul wrote those words from a most unpleasant jail cell. And we are told in the book of Acts that when he and his companion Jonas shared a cell with their feet in stocks, they joyously sang hymns. (See here for the whole story.)

Paul not only accepted hardship, he befriended it. He embraced it. To borrow a phrase from today’s vernacular, “Paul rolled with it.”

In those times and places where he had little or no control over a situation, Paul “went with the flow,” as they say, trusting in and drawing strength from God.

These days we think of a hardship as being “stuck with the kids” or “chained” to the couch or the home office or the back yard. What we consider hardships are in fact mere inconveniences.

There is a meme circulating on Facebook that says:

    Your grandparents were called to war. You’ve been called to stay on the couch. You can do this.”

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We Americans have a bad habit of wanting everything that can possibly bring us comfort, pleasure and entertainment — and we want it NOW! Never mind that we can’t always get what we want.

In fact, with no offense to the Rolling Stones, we can’t always get what we need — like, for one thing, an instant cure for the coronavirus. (Not to mention, of all things, toilet paper.)

The late M. Scott Peck wrote a seminal book called The Road Less Traveled, which famously smacks the reader in the face with these three words in a single paragraph:

    “Life is difficult.”

Peck maintained that life was never meant to be easy. He noted that life is essentially a series of problems which can either be solved or not solved or ignored altogether. On that note he wrote at length about the importance of discipline, describing four aspects of it:

1. Delaying gratification — sacrificing present comfort for future gains.

2. Accepting responsibility for one’s own decisions.

3. Being dedicated to truth, to honesty in word and deed.

4. Balancing life by handling conflicting requirements.

The Chinese word for crisis is said to denote both danger and opportunity. We are definitely living through a crisis that presents dangers and requires us to make responsible decisions for the welfare of ourselves and others.

But this dark time also provides the perfect opportunity to take stock of our lives and lifestyles. It’s a good time to discipline ourselves into “new normals” that can better serve our lives and the lives of our neighbors. (And better serve our Lord.)

I’d suggest you keep copies of The Serenity Prayer around your home or workplace and in your pocket or wallet or purse. Read it often and meditatively, with your eyes closed, taking in and blowing out some relaxing breaths as you do.

Internalizing The Serenity Prayer may not change the world but it can certainly change yours.

The gate of heaven is everywhere.”

— Thomas Merton

An invitation to the peace that waits for you within you.

Your peace has been waiting patiently
for you to come around for your share
of the higher consciousness you desire.

You have been longing for it but hear this
It has longed for you to drop your bag
of worries — to rip off the mask you wear
to hide the best truth you’ve got from
the world — to untie the see-through bindings
of pride or guilt you employ to hang yourself.

What have all the brick walls you’ve piled
higher and higher gotten you? Have they
kept out fear, or deterred the bugs that
have bugged and bitten your toughest hide?

You have known this truism for so long now,
that peace is another name for the one
who stays awake inside you day and night
wooing you. It waits patiently for you
to strip down to the mighty nothing you
came into being with. Simply unlock and
open the gate and take full ownership of
your own still waters and green pastures.

The lectionary Gospel reading for this Sunday is Matthew 5:1-12, the beatitudes, where Jesus famously says in verse 5:

    “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.”

So what in God’s name was Jesus thinking when he blessed the meek and humble?

You may have heard it said, maybe by your grumpy grandpa or by some fire-eating drill sergeant you had, that “meekness is weakness.”

Weaklings — make that “meeklings” — don’t qualify for hero worship.

But Jesus was assertive in telling us that the meek are due an inheritance as great as God’s green earth itself. So maybe he was in an especially pastoral mood that day and just wanted to give some comfort to wimps.

But then, there was that time in the same Gospel of Matthew where Jesus said this about himself:

    Take My yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” ~ Matthew 11:20

What gives here? This is the same Jesus, “gentle and lowly of heart,” who was so hacked off at the moneychangers in the Temple that he went wild and cracked a bull whip over their heads.

Well let’s consider this: if Jesus had what we today would call a role model, it was Moses — mighty strong and fearless Moses. I think it’s safe to say that Moses was very strong, more so than anyone else on the face of the earth.

But the Bible never says anywhere that Moses was “very strong.” The Bible does say that Moses “was very humble [as in meek], more so than anyone else on the face of the earth” (Numbers 12:3).

Speaking of biblical meeklings who were special to Jesus: the Apostle Paul, no shrinking violet he, had this to say in Colossians 3:12:

    As God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.

(My italics for emphasis.)

And oh by the way, there is that line in the epistle of James 3:13 in which the brother of Jesus wonders “who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show by good conduct that his works are done in the meekness of wisdom.” (Italics for emphasis.)

How do we reconcile the power and might of Jesus and other biblical greats who suggested that meekness is good? Being meek will make you a doormat and people will walk all over you, won’t they?

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We Christians live in the tension of paradoxes. The Catholic philosopher G.K. Chesterton, who wrote a book about biblical paradox, said this about courage:

    ‘He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,’ is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers… This paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or quite brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if he will risk it on the precipice. He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it.

    A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.”

Jesus was powerful and strong but, paradoxically, he had a meek-and-mild side. He cried three times in his adult life that we know of, and no doubt wept many more times. In weeping, he clothed himself in meekness.

Ultimately, Jesus used meekness to do his work on the cross.

As for Paul, if you read what he had to say in his mostly angry letter to the Galatians, you don’t get the picture of a man “clothed in meekness.” Yet at the end of the letter he listed gentleness as one of the nine fruits of the spirit, along with the related fruits of peace and patience and kindness and goodness.

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A world-famous horse lover named Robert Redford, who is also famous for acting and filmmaking, produced a much-acclaimed movie last year called “The Mustang.” I happened to catch it late one night recently on cable TV.

“The Mustang” is about a hardcore prison inmate named Roman. Roman is in in the running for The Angriest Man on God’s Earth.

When we first meet Roman, he’s 12 long years into a sentence for domestic assault against his wife. He’s so bad to his own 16-year-old daughter in her visits that she urges him to sign emancipation papers (which he refuses to do).

There is a scene in which Roman’s anger-management therapist is counseling him on whether he’s ready to re-enter the general prison population after a long stint in solitary. The therapist floats the idea of assigning him to an outdoor rehab program that involves inmates training wild horses the are then sold at auctions to law enforcement agencies.*

When Roman, played with scary intensity by the terrific actor Matthias Schoenaerts, tells the therapist “I’m not good with people,” he leaves no doubt.

Here is the crux of the rest of the story: Roman, none too enthused about taking up with wild horses in the desert, is transferred to the Nevada prison with its rehab program. There, he is transformed from a violent wretch to a gentle spirit, bonding with a certain horse that was just as angry and seemingly untamable as Roman himself.

I’ve never been much of a horseman, and yet growing up in Texas I was on and around enough horses to be fascinated by how such big, powerful beasts can stand so perfectly still in perfect meekness, so gentle that a child can ride and guide one.

Strength and meekness do not negate each other. Like so many paradoxes, they fit together like a loving horse and a loving rider.


*(“The Mustang” is based on a real and very successful rehab program aimed at taming horses and taming violent inmates at prisons in a half-dozen western states. See the Rotten Tomato reviews here.)

Trump’s assassination of an Iranian military hero by a drone bombing — which is almost certain to provoke war with Iran and quite possibly start a Third World War — will serve the immediate purpose of making the dead military hero a martyr.

Iranians will be lining up to join him in martyrdom against the United States like never before.

This is the Trump who so many millions of Trump supporters voted for because of his repeated promises to end stupid, endless wars. The Trump who predicted that then-President Obama would start a bloody, politically motivated war with Iran in order to get elected to a second term.

Meanwhile, President Trump’s lover boy in North Korea is moving right along with nuclear weapons testing, and his great friend Mr. Putin is playing with a really nasty new weapon of his own.

But you wouldn’t know that now that we’ve initiated war with Iran. And you can be forgiven if you forgot Trump is still in hot impeachment water. Impeachment is so last year.

Wars and military adventures make great distractions for presidents under fire, as Bill “Wag the Dog” Clinton can attest.

Me, I felt a lot safer with Obama in office. This is because President Obama, whatever his faults, was never an impulsive, world-class bully who placed American sons and daughters and husbands and wives and parents in harm’s way on a whim (and all this while constantly berating our closest allies).

Obama was not one to go to war (or essentially assassinate a nasty enemy like Osama Bin Ladin) without counting the potential cost.

While making out to be a great peacemaker and fantastic negotiator worthy of a Nobel Peace Prize, Trump has always been hot for a war with Iran. And he sees nothing wrong with using Iraq, a sovereign nation that just last year was thankful to us for waging war with ISIS, as the place to wage it.

Of course, this kind of presidential behavior is to be expected from a man that Christianity Today was oh-so correct about in its now famous editorial.

In the days ahead, Trump will rally his supporters, even those who once loved his anti-war promises, in waging war against those who are angry that he has acted so impulsively for the very political reasons that he projected onto Obama.

The Obama who never waged war against Iran but who did negotiate a perfectly good nuclear-weapons deal with Iran that was working out just fine.

(And for the millionth time: Obama did not give Iran all that cash in American taxpayer dollars as part of the deal. Obama gave Iran back the cash that had been frozen in American banks! That’s how a deal works: both sides have to get something of benefit, a fact that is always lost on the supposedly great negotiator Donald J. Trump.)

The distressing thing is that anti-war supporters will come around to believing that war ain’t so bad after all–at least not until, perhaps, one of their loved ones comes home in a flag-draped coffin.

Let us pray for peace while we prepare emotionally and psychologically as best we can for what is sure to be the Trump/Republican Party’s totally needless and tragic Mother of All Wars.

On this fourth Sunday of Advent, churches around the world lit candles for peace on earth, good will to all.

Try to think of the special moments in your life when you felt overwhelmed by the glory and joy of inner peace in the fullest. If you’re like me, you’ve experienced it in those times when a doctor or nurse handed off the blood of your blood into your arms.

There is nothing like a baby to melt down all our fears and worries and stress and strains. Nothing like the innocent softness of a child to tear down our defenses and make us equal to that child in vulnerability.

The way to inner peace is through vulnerability. Jesus was an extraordinarily vulnerable newborn, being the refugee that he was in a place far and very far from the warmth and security of a home.

He grew up to be a man who was secure enough in his manhood that he wasn’t ashamed to show his vulnerability to the world.

“Jesus wept.”

A lot of men today want to make Jesus out to be a manly man, more of a Marvel comic hero than a Mr. Rogers or a Jean Vanier, the great Christian thinker and humanitarian who founded the worldwide L’Arch Communities for the [severely] Handicapped.

Vanier, who died this year at age 90, wrote:

    “Our societies push down weakness because we’re in a competitive society. And so we’re not allowing people to be themselves.

    “You only have to develop the strong part, only have to develop the mind, only have to develop the power inside of you, because if you have power you’ll have money, you’ll have prestige, you’ll have all that.

    “But then we’re denying something inside of ourselves. We’re killing a part of our being–the child inside of us, the child which is called to trust, to sing, to dance, to look at other people without fear and without wanting to control them. . . .

    “But we’re frightened of the child. So it’s true, our society is killing children.”

Vulnerability is not a weakness; it’s a facet of inner strength and peace.

American government is dominated by leaders today who, while never letting us forget how much they love Jesus, are all about bullying.

A bully is someone who has been deeply hurt.

And hurt people hurt people.

A therapist once told me that all the bullies he ever counseled were quite scared and “insecure about walking across the street,” as he put it.

To have inner strength is to have inner peace.

To have inner peace is to have inner strength.

It was this kind of inner strength and peace that enabled Paul and Silas to sing songs of joy in prison.

It was this kind of inner strength and peace that enabled Anne Frank to cope with equilibrium and even happiness through so much trial and tribulation.

Jesus was the strongest, most secure, most peaceful person who ever lived.

And not because he was some kind of Macho Camacho man.

Grace & peace & Happy Holidays!
* More about Jean Vanier’s remarkable life here.


With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.”

— Isaiah 12:3 (NRSV)

Water gets a mention 11 times in Chapter 1 of Genesis. Light is mentioned 12 times.

Water and Light: they are two of the major motifs found in the Bible, from the first page to the last.

The first chapter of Genesis mentions water 11 times and light gets 12 mentions.

Fast forward to the last chapter of the Bible, Revelation 22 (the bookend to Genesis) which speaks of the river of life and the ultimate light:

    1 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 through the middle of the street of the city. On either side of the river is the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, producing its fruit each month; and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3 Nothing accursed will be found there any more. But the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him; 4 they will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 And there will be no more night; they need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.

    6 And he said to me, “These words are trustworthy and true, for the Lord, the God of the spirits of the prophets, has sent his angel to show his servants[d] what must soon take place.”

    7 “See, I am coming soon! Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.”

Nobody gets through life without walks through some dark valleys, some much more than others. When I was a hospital chaplain, I walked through the valley with a woman who had experienced the deaths of six of her closest family members in less than a year, including three children and two siblings. It was the death of her husband that put her in the hospital with a heart attack.

But her real sickness was debilitating grief. There was nothing I could say to stop or alleviate her pain, nothing I could say to make her feel better, and I dared not try.

The only way out of grief is through it. Often with a good bit of crawling along the way.

Lord Jesus, master of both the light and the darkness, send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas.

So I mostly sat with this elderly, bereaved woman in silence, holding her hand in my daily visitations and prayers with her. Being as medicated and dazed from the grief as she was, she seldom spoke to me. But one day as I was walking out of her room she said to me, “Thank you for bringing me light.”

I remember standing outside the room and letting tears roll down my cheeks like water. Once I composed myself I felt a certain kind of joy, the kind that comes with loving and serving others.
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Advent promises a reversal of the natural order of things. The promise is that one day the lion will lie down with the lamb, the dry desert will blossom and bloom, and there will be no more darkness, no more tears.

With joy we will relish the soft taste of healing waters and sing and dance in a divine kind of light. Our present world, however, is broken and violent. (And oh by the way, it has always has been.)

We who live in faith and hope (which is not to be confused with pollyanna optimism or with some pie-in-the-sky reward) trust that in God’s own time, He/She will lead us to our wells of salvation.

In the meantime, what we Christians can do is keep hope alive for those in pain and grief, whatever the cause of pain may be.

What we can do this December is give a cup of water to someone whose thirst for relief seems unquenchable. We can carry the light of hope to someone suffering the Christmas blues while helping them carry the cross through their valley.

This is how we can advance the kingdom that Jesus ushered in and left us to move forward, by being someone’s light and water bearer.

This is a way to find quiet but deep joy at Christmas.

What does it avail me that this birth is always happening, if it does not happen in me? That it should happen in me is what matters.

— St. Augustine

El Greco’s “The Nativity”

The other day I tried to join one of the many nerdy theological discussion groups on Facebook.

In order to join such groups, you are usually required to answer a couple of easy-peasy questions before the administrator allows you in.

To join a fan-and-discussion site of some renowned theologian, for example, you might get a question asking what the last book was that you read by the person, or maybe your favorite book of his or hers.

So the other day I tried to join a discussion group about classical theology and this was one of two questions that popped up:

    “When is the last time you shared the gospel with somebody?”

I was taken aback by query. It’s the kind of question that an evangelical who is into proselytizing might ask, proselytizing being the attempt to convert somebody to your religion by asking a question like, “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior?”

Usually with high-pressure salesmanship involved.

My answer to the question was:

What a weird question.”

Woe is me: I was not admitted.

I’m a member of a Facebook discussion group whose subject is Meister Eckhart, the medieval German mystic regarded as one of the greatest of theologians and philosophers.

This is something Eckhart had to say in a sermon:

    “We are all meant to be mothers of God. What good is it to me if this eternal birth of the divine Son takes place unceasingly, but does not take place within myself?

    And, what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace if I am not also full of grace?

    What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to His Son if I do not also give birth to Him in my time and my culture?

    This, then, is the fullness of time: When the Son of Man is begotten in us.”

I like to think that as long as I keep my focus on Jesus being continually born in me–as long as I strive to be full of the grace of Mother Mary–that somebody will see some semblance of Christ in me.

I like to think somebody, maybe even many somebodies, will want to have the joy and peace I find in being a follower of Jesus and a student of the word.

I like to think that the last time I shared the gospel with someone was early this morning when I walked down the street to the store to get a can of V8 Juice and smiled at every person I passed on the street and in the store and looked them in the eyes and said quietly but joyfully, “Good morning!”

Most everybody smiled back at me and said “Good morning!” in return. I like to think they sensed the love of God in me in that smile and greeting.

Of the nine fruits of the spirit that St. Paul cited in the book of Galatians, the first fruit is love.

And it works!

This love thing works!

Practice it!

On Friday, the President of the United States of America said that his Environmental Protection Agency is looking into the problem of sinks and toilets–and newfangled light bulbs.

Speaking at a small-business roundtable meeting, the president actually said the following:

    “You turn on the faucet; you don’t get any water. They take a shower and water comes dripping out. It’s dripping out — very quietly dripping out. People are flushing toilets 10 times, 15 times, as opposed to once.

    “You go into a new building or a new house or a new home, and they have standards, ‘Oh, you don’t get water.’

    “For the most part, you have many states where they have so much water that it comes down – it’s called rain … it rushes down to the sea, they don’t know what to do with it.”

In other news, 53 percent of Republicans think that this president is greater than the 19th-century American leader who saved the Union, freed the slaves and wrote the Gettysburg Address.

Now, most of those same Republicans believe with Rick Perry that God woke up one day and decided to make Donald Trump the next-best thing to God himself and put him in the White House.

Perry said in an interview with Fox & Friends:

    “I actually gave the president a little one-pager on those Old Testament kings about a month ago and I shared it with him. I said, ‘Mr. President, I know there are people that say you said you were the chosen one and I said, ‘You were.'”

Perry added that God in the Old Testament Days used many imperfect people to do great things.

And Rick Perry — a former Texas governor, a former Secretary of Energy under Trump, and an astute student of the Bible — is no doubt right that his former boss has been chosen.

I have no doubt that God is directing President Trump through the Holy Ghost to relieve the suffering of millions of Americans who have to flush their toilets 10, 15 times a day.

God undoubtedly has heard the prayers of those Americans who have to run out in the rain with their soap and shampoo to get clean because their showers just drip — quietly drip — even in states where there is rain that falls down and goes to the sea.

God sees our pain and suffering.

God feels our agony.

God hears Republican prayers and acts on them.

God relieves and heals the pain of Americans who vote right — far right.

God is so good that he placed Donald J. Trump — however imperfect a man he may be — to make American plumbing great again.

Glory be!

Praise God and Trump and pass the gravy!

NOTE: Remember former House Speaker Paul Ryan? He was still the Speaker when I wrote and published this post back on Dec. 8, 2016, not long after Donald Trump bullied and lied his way into being elected president.

“What is truth?” Painting by Nicholas Gai

President-to-be Donald J. Trump, who lost by 3 million popular votes and barely squeezed out an electoral championship in three key states, was never a Rotarian.

He undoubtedly would have been kicked out had he ever joined.

Rotary Club International is the greatest of service clubs. Its purpose is to encourage and foster service and high ethical standards in the business and professional sectors.

Rotary is everywhere. It does great service projects right here in San Ignacio, Belize. Rotary’s mission is to advance international understanding, goodwill, and peace through global fellowship.

One thing I like about Rotary is its 4-Way Test that is supposed to be applied to every action a Rotarian takes:

1. Is it the truth?

2. Is it fair to all concerned?

3. Will it build goodwill and better friendships?

4. Will it be beneficial to all concerned?

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Now comes the powerful Speaker of the House Paul Ryan–-who like so many people had his character assassinated by Donald Trump as recently as October–-who says Donald Trump’s lies don’t matter.

In an interview on “60 Minutes,” Speaker Ryan said it doesn’t matter that Trump claims via Twitter that he won the popular vote because “millions of people voted illegally.”

Let’s get one thing straight: this is a lie. If it was the truth, Trump and Ryan and every Republican political leader alive would have bombarded us with evidence to back up his claim.

They would be calling for massive reforms to the election system to make sure that every vote cast in the future will be an honest-to-God legitimate vote.

The fact is that Hillary Clinton, whether Trump or anybody else likes it or not, won the popular vote by 3 million votes. (Being the lying loon that he is, Trump claims he won by twice that many votes.)

Ryan went on in his 60 Minutes sit-down to address Trump’s daily barrage of tweets.

“The way I see the tweets you’re talking about, he’s basically giving voice to a lot of people who have felt that they were voiceless. He’s communicating with people in this country who’ve felt like they have not been listened to. He’s going to be an unconventional president.”

So what if his tweets are full of brazen lies and assaults on the characters of good people–-he’s just being unconventional. That’s become the Republican Party’s default defense for every god-awful thing Donald Trumps says or does.

Never mind that what Trump says is rarely the truth; rarely fair to all concerned; rarely aimed at building goodwill and better friends; and rarely if ever beneficial to all concerned.

He’s not the kind of supposedly “great businessman” fit to be president of your local Rotary Club, much less the leader of the free world.