“Donald Trump, American Idiot” by Umair Haque

I was happy to read Mr. Fanlund’s article about the American idiot. Before I read that article, I read the one he referenced, “Donald Trump, American Idiot” by Umair Haque. I was surprised at how appropriate the title fit the politics or Pres. Trump, and his followers. But after reading that I went back to Mr. Fanlund’s article and read it. I was a bit disappointed that Mr.. Fanlund did not give any solutions or work arounds or anything. It was just his thoughts on what the other article said. That was fine, it gave me the words to express some thoughts I have been having, but not the ability to verbalize them. One important instance is “our culture embraces individualism as a smokescreen for selfishness.” As a good Libertarian, I support individualism, but that is not selfishness, that is being able, within reason, to do things as you want to. I am ashamed when some folks use it to ‘line their own nests,’ as the two articles point out. To be an individualist does preclude working for the greater good, but some figure, “Why bother?” or “I will just help myself here,” and that is not right.

But my main point in writing this is that I was looking for some answers from Mr. Fanlund. He did not fail me, he was not writing that sort of article. I will have to figure out solutions for myself, so it goes. I write letters to the editor, I vote, and I try to be the person my dog thinks I am. When I write letters to the editor, I send them on to Sen. Johnson, but you know he does not read them. Why would he bother? He has hired help to do that so he he can read only the ones that support his views or offer him campaign money. His hired help can tell I am not going to vote for him, in fact I am running a write in campaign to replace him, so why bother the important one with my simplistic, sniveling notes? Even if they did show him a letter I wrote, it would not make a dent – he has his points of view, and any argument I bring up is not so good it would change his mind. If you think about it,. Neither of these articles would touch Sen. Johnson’s, or others who agree with his views, soul. The articles would be just ignored as liberal pattering, trying to prove something that is so simple to prove wrong, why bother reading that article? In the end, I will not change what I do, I will write letters to the editor, I will vote, and I will try to be the person my dog thinks I am. It is all a simple working stiff can do. If you have other solutions, am willing to listen, or, rather, read letters to the editor for them.

Published by David Brockert

Joe was born in xxxx, Arizona on xxxx xx 1955 to David Joseph and Alta Mary Brockert. He joined xxxxxx. His early life was spent in various houses in Globe, Miami, Claypool and Superior, Arizona. He remembered starting school in second grade in Superior and went there until he finished seventh grade. They made a move to the Midwest that summer. His parents tried to get work in Minnesota that summer, to no avail, came to Wisconsin and finally found something. Joe went to eight grade in Evansville, Wisconsin. He went to Holy Name Seminary in Madison, Wisconsin for his Junior year of high school. Joe did not make the grade (literally & figuratively) at the seminary, so he went back to graduate from Evansville. He started college at Edgewood in Madison, but without a focus , he did not get very far towards a degree. He did get an Associate of Arts degree from Madison Area Technical College in 1978 for Accounting just to prove he could get a degree of some sort. He never did use it to any extent. Joe worked as a paperboy in Superior and, some, in Evansville. He did some work study jobs in college, but really started to work at the donut shop on Regent Street, Donuts Unlimited. He worked there, off and on, for many years. He spent a summer at Edgewood Summer Theatre near Baraboo, tried to find a job doing bookkeeping after graduation but fell back to working seasonal at Blaney Farms (seed corn). He worked at the donut shop until 1993. He left to work at Triggs Bakery, Quarra Stone and Colonial Bakery. He has worked at Colonial Bakery since 1994. Joe met the love of his life in a coffee shop near MATC, where they attended classes and they never really left the coffee shop. Joe was married on 17 May 1980 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Joe lived a contented, relaxed life. He did not do much but learn, work, raise a daughter and support his family. He did not attract a lot of attention. He did learn to live for the day. He felt that the key to happiness was to remember to stop and smell the roses, or to look at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Mary, or to just go for a walks with her. He was humble enough to know that his writing would be of interest to very few, mostly those related to him, obviously, so he never tried too hard to get his rambling thoughts recorded.

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