I love politics. But since the confirmation of Trump and Clinton as their respective Party’s nominees, I grew numb to what politics has to say. Not that I have no admiration for neither of the two presidential candidates, no, I admire each of them in their own way, but they are just not who we would expect to be president in a conventional world.

Donald Trump has my admiration for his courage and decisiveness. The man had received a million dollars from his dad and had built an empire of his own. Yes, a million dollars, that is a lot of money even today to start a business but how many people have received the same amount and never earned a penny more? We cannot know because the crowd forgets about the losers. Until a little more than a year ago nobody thought Trump was going to be remembered three months after he had started his presidential “joke.” The word joke is in quotation marks because it is not a joke anymore. What media outlet did not shoot on Donald Trump? What moralist did not teach not to listen to the man? And what college educated person did not think that man is a total shame for the political class? You see, Trump stood still and is winning in the polls, AGAIN.

America is a highly civilized country. It is common to hear that you are rude, you are mean, or you have an attitude. All those terms mean that people will soon lose interest in you and isolate you. America is the land of Dale Carnegie, the father of interpersonal relationships, the man who influences the world until six decades after his death. His methods and training teach good manners and meekness. But look at Trump and listen to him.

Trump curses, threatens and mocks without ceasing. He uses all the vulgar and slang terms of the creepiest ghetto and is applauded in public. He says all the thing my mom would kill me about if I were to say one of them. I tend to wonder if politics is not switching gears. Did you say Clinton?

I admire Clinton for her determination. She is the one who approached her husband in the school library decades ago to tell him to stop staring at her saying nothing. Bill could then start talking to the girl that would become her wife later. She stood firm to her husband’s side even when the country was roaring over him when the dramas of the then president were shaking the world. She believes she once was at the White House and can come back again, and there she is.

Now, if I were to introduce to my dad a woman that has Mrs. Clinton’s history, he would probably tell me to leave her because almost nobody is giving a good testimony of her. But yet, a good part of the American people wants her to be their next president. How can I easily love

politics in these instances? I am not in love with politics anymore; I just gotta love it.