I was 17 when I started working in Democratic politics. While still in high school, I was an intern for Barack Obama’s first presidential campaign; later, I served as a field organizer for Hillary Clinton. By the time I turned 26, I was a consultant for dozens of U.S. House and Senate campaigns, four George Soros-backed district attorney races, and a wide range of Democratic organizations. I’ve raised at least $50 million for the left.
And yet, on Tuesday, I voted for Donald Trump. It felt like the biggest middle finger I’ve ever raised to the party I’d supported for most of my adult life. When he won, I was utterly euphoric.
Let me tell you why.
Enjoying the story?
Enter your email to read this article and receive our daily newsletter.
Or, subscribe now to get unlimited access to our scoops, commentary, and investigations.
Already have an account? Sign in
our Comments
Use common sense here: disagree, debate, but don't be a .