Earlier in the week I hit a milestone in life.
Not really. I simply turned 30-years-old. That basically means I’ve bumbled around the world for thirty years.
A lot of people bumble in life. I’m no different.
I’ve done a little bit of a lot, but I haven’t done a lot of anything. I’ve done some writing, some managing, jumped out of a few planes and even done some politics.
I guess I’d say politics is the one thing which has remained constant in my life. I’m always dabbling a little in it.
Other constants are my views on most of the major issues our country and society faces. They haven’t changed much.
Thus, I’m a Republican. I think. Maybe.
I guess I don’t actually know.
Writing this column every week exposes my views to the world. I get a lot of feedback on those views. What’s odd is how much it can vary.
Once I was accused of being ultra-conservative. All I did was write about my beliefs on abortion. I just think it’s murder.
Then I’m a loony liberal when I write about bathrooms, despite the fact the column wasn’t even about the restrooms in Charlotte. It was about state government trampling on the authority of local governments.
You get called a little bit of everything when you do this gig, but last week really threw me for a loop.
Suddenly, I swirled into an identity crisis. What am I? I’m a Republican. No, I can’t be. I can’t stand Donald Trump’s hair.
I decided to take a survey. I went to ISideWith.com and began to fill out my answers.
The survey covered many topics, ranging from social matters to fiscal ideals.
Turns out “I side with” Gary Johnson. He’s a Libertarian candidate for president. Eighty-five percent of my answers coincide with his answers.
Turns out “the Donald” and I actually agree on 77 percent of the questions. Michael Bloomberg, a person for whom I’d never vote due to his anti-Second Amendment stances, and I actually agree on 62 percent of the issues.
The person for whom I actually voted in the GOP primary, John Kasich, only agrees with me on 58 percent of the answers. Hillary Clinton and I see eye-to-eye on 59 percent of the questions.
The fact is a survey — just about any survey — oversimplifies a person’s political stance. It places somebody in a corner.
Though I might be in Gary Johnson’s corner as far as my stance on the issues, his chances in a race for president probably don’t even rival those of Lincoln Chafee.
I’ve only ever voted for one Democrat. It definitely wasn’t Barack Obama. However, throughout this identity crisis I’ve raised a lot of questions to myself.
The largest question is, If I’m a Republican why does the thought of Donald Trump becoming president make my gut wrench?
One concern is Trump hasn’t even been a Republican throughout much of his life. His views right now might be 77 percent in-line with mine, but will they be next week? Were they ten or even five years ago? I don’t know for sure, and that’s a problem.
I also tend to think he’s a bigot. For some reason the man hates folks who come from south of our border. He rants about illegal immigration, and his answer is to send them all back.
First, that’s not realistic. You can’t uproot millions of people and send them back from where they came. I’m also not sure building a wall that spans the entire southern border of the United States is the answer.
The man spouts off at the drop of a hat and is quick to belittle anybody with whom he disagrees.
We will also see if he can cut taxes after his uncontrollable mouth starts a war.
He also hasn’t an ounce of experience in government. I understand he’s run a business. Being president is different than being CEO.
The fact is I can’t trust the man. He is using snippets of information to inflame the American people, and the citizenry is falling for his game. He probably laughs the whole way home every night on his private jet or helicopter.
The biggest issue is the man supposedly can’t win. Current polls show he loses to Hillary Clinton in the general election.
My party used to be the party of level-headed folks who favored lower taxes, small government and less spending.
Now it’s become a party controlled by people who are really mad and have no concept of what a good candidate ought to look like.
Supposed-Republicans are allowing soundbites to move the party ever more extreme and away from the issues about which I care.
Religion, same-sex marriage, deporting Mexicans. Who cares?
I want my party to cut taxes, reign in spending (all spending) and reduce the size of government.
After all this thought and a little bit of writing, I’ve determined I don’t have an identity crisis.
My beloved party has an identity crisis. That or it’s been hijacked by a con-man.
Andy is a staff writer and can be reached at 415-4698.