With apologies for the language… fuck you, Donald.
I just finished writing a post in response to the daily writing prompt, which was asking about what I like to do in my leisure time, and a certain dissonance materialized. It got me thinking that I should probably be joining the resistance. Instead, I chose to write about golfing and diamond painting and day trips and woodworking. How dare I?!
I should be more conscientious in these days of suffering the consequences of a person who has chosen to go on a daily power trip and listen to people who want to tear the country apart. How dare I think of leisure time activities when the “Leader of the Free World” appears intent on obliterating the “free” part?
Go to hell, Donald. You’re raining on everyone’s parade but your own, and you appear to enjoy this trampling of rights and abandonment of norms and calculated villainy. But how dare you sit so pretty and ignore the shouts, ignore the pain? You are a cold-hearted ignoramus surrounded by diabolical schemers and losers who have it in their heads that the general population should be nothing but a collection of know-nothing subjects.
How dare you indulge your worst tendencies at the expense of everyone else?
The words come haltingly anymore, especially when it comes to making sense of how such an anomalous distillation of evil could be elected to public office. Twice.
You’re nothing more than a bullshit artist, Donald. People thought you were a plain speaker, that you told it like it was, when really you’re just a died-in-the-wool liar who grew up deprived of everything that really mattered.
And now we pay the price, because seventy-seven million of us were duped. Or maybe they knew exactly who– and what– they were getting.
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