Slowly, slowly, it sunk in. We elected Mr. Trump—a liar, a diplomatic ignoramus, a man who doesn’t (can’t?) read, a man who rather than draining the swamp, filled it with the dregs of extremism and incompetence.
But we also elected his running mate, Mr. Mike Pence, former senator from and governor of Indiana. You know, the man who will take over the Oval if (when?) Mr. Trump is deemed unfit or resigns or has a massive fast-food-induced stroke.
So who even is this guy, Mike Pence?
He’s a man who, in the great Pussygrab1 of 2016, appears calm and normal, but he wants you to be free to try and electroshock the gay out of your child.
He’s a man who, when standing beside Donald Trump, appears stable, religious, conservative . . . godly. He’s anybody’s Baptist Uncle, except he isn’t Baptist. He certainly isn’t godly.
He claims to be a Christian first and foremost, then a conservative, then a Republican. But what does that mean?
He’s an agenda-driven politician diligently and quietly working to achieve his extremist agenda while Mr. Trump distracts the world with his dangerous buffoonery.
So here we are. Watching Mr. Pence because he might become President Pence, and he’s far more ideologically right-wing than his boss.
Donald Trump has no center, no fixed star. Mr. Pence does, and that’s what causes us great concern.