After viewing the grimacing, venal faces of the ghouls sitting behind President Trump at his rally in West Virginia (or in any of the neanderthal pockets of so-called civilization in swing states) in their “Make America Great Again” caps and T shirts while waving placards exulting their hero, one can conclude that this type of subhuman abomination can only vote for a demagogue and a hate-monger spewing such venomous propaganda that even after 6 months into his abysmally failed governance they are still chanting “jail Hillary, jail Hillary!”
It seems almost psychotic that Trump holds a spell over this sorry tribe and could actually march them in goose-step a over a cliff to their death. Currently, I'm sure they want him to “bomb the shit out of those fucking North Koreans!”
The faces are familiar—the dim-eyed sluggard to his majesty's right, near him a look-alike in camouflage shirt, and above him the young cracker with a sneer, and to his left a leathery ex con-appearing visage right out of those old black and white sepia photos we've seen of white folk gloating around a black man hung from a nearby tree branch.
Tossed in, and one supposes, handpicked, is the young reasonably attractive blond to represent Trump's allure to succulent dames. Some of the older women look like they might need a saliva test to see if they have rabies. Almost every young person is taking a selfie, like it's a rock-fest. There is nary a black face but for one who might be a local Patel running a nearby motel. It is testimony to Trump's team's skill to cull this mixture of ugliness oozing cruelty and bitterness and persecution--at supposedly being left out--to further gin up the rancor of his followers and divide the teetering country, as if Fox News and right wing talk shows aren't enough.
A question is: Does the democratic party really want to concoct some sort of idiot hogwash to appeal to and recruit this rabble to vote for them? Does the party really need a spiritually destitute mass of hyenas screaming “fake news!” and “jail that bitch!” at their rallies come 2018 and 2020? Oh, the party is supposed to promise them jobs in coal mines and screw the environment? And how about guns, the bible and abortion, ey?
This beleaguered bastion of dismal white America only knows one thing: Every time their messiah boasts a new slew of untruths and grandiose lies (and he's told more in 6 months than every president together since George Washington), they eat it up like wolves tearing at a fresh deer carcass. They are, at this point, what is left of Trump's discordant herd, his go-to bunch when his back is against the wall, when the Senate and House committees and Bob Mueller's team tightens the noose, as well as his failures to pass anything legislative outside of getting another Scalia on the Supreme Court to continue the country's fascistic direction.
These are people who bellow “send 'em back!” referring to immigrants who can outwork them and hold jobs they wouldn't last a day at. These are people currently being stiffed by a world class deadbeat with a record of bankruptcy as well as stiffing people like themselves for services and then counter suing them when they sue him. These are people victimized by their own terrible deprivation of more than just the essentials, but any shred of hope to better their meager lives and to cease their mudslide into oblivion..
Slaves to the safety net, the messiah tells them that the safety net is for slum folks who'd rather take welfare than work, and whiny liberals from the west coast and New York City, you know, all those educated, artistic phonies and techies with their cushy, phony jobs and fancy trimmings. Book learning knowledge and culture is the enemy. Academia is elitist. Kindred soul progressives, liberals, tree huggers, animal lovers, sob sisters, code pink ladies—the enemy in this silent civil war that is rapidly growing by the day as the the vitriol soars, and the subhuman abominations throughout the country come unglued, frenzied, and, in the end, doomed.
Because the current progeny of the once glorious blue collar white working class, those bony, stringy, pale, lean-and-mean tough people who survived the great Depression and fought our wars, that 'greatest generation' that toiled in mines, assembly lines, steel mills, textile plants, and raised families on good manufacturing careers bolstered by solid unions, are going instinct. Yeh, descendants of the generation that fought corporate despots and just about everybody else holding them down, are lost in the new technology, sunk in the quicksand morass of their legacies, with nowhere to go, except to the poisonous messiah in the White House.
It seems almost psychotic that Trump holds a spell over this sorry tribe and could actually march them in goose-step a over a cliff to their death. Currently, I'm sure they want him to “bomb the shit out of those fucking North Koreans!”
The faces are familiar—the dim-eyed sluggard to his majesty's right, near him a look-alike in camouflage shirt, and above him the young cracker with a sneer, and to his left a leathery ex con-appearing visage right out of those old black and white sepia photos we've seen of white folk gloating around a black man hung from a nearby tree branch.
Tossed in, and one supposes, handpicked, is the young reasonably attractive blond to represent Trump's allure to succulent dames. Some of the older women look like they might need a saliva test to see if they have rabies. Almost every young person is taking a selfie, like it's a rock-fest. There is nary a black face but for one who might be a local Patel running a nearby motel. It is testimony to Trump's team's skill to cull this mixture of ugliness oozing cruelty and bitterness and persecution--at supposedly being left out--to further gin up the rancor of his followers and divide the teetering country, as if Fox News and right wing talk shows aren't enough.
A question is: Does the democratic party really want to concoct some sort of idiot hogwash to appeal to and recruit this rabble to vote for them? Does the party really need a spiritually destitute mass of hyenas screaming “fake news!” and “jail that bitch!” at their rallies come 2018 and 2020? Oh, the party is supposed to promise them jobs in coal mines and screw the environment? And how about guns, the bible and abortion, ey?
This beleaguered bastion of dismal white America only knows one thing: Every time their messiah boasts a new slew of untruths and grandiose lies (and he's told more in 6 months than every president together since George Washington), they eat it up like wolves tearing at a fresh deer carcass. They are, at this point, what is left of Trump's discordant herd, his go-to bunch when his back is against the wall, when the Senate and House committees and Bob Mueller's team tightens the noose, as well as his failures to pass anything legislative outside of getting another Scalia on the Supreme Court to continue the country's fascistic direction.
These are people who bellow “send 'em back!” referring to immigrants who can outwork them and hold jobs they wouldn't last a day at. These are people currently being stiffed by a world class deadbeat with a record of bankruptcy as well as stiffing people like themselves for services and then counter suing them when they sue him. These are people victimized by their own terrible deprivation of more than just the essentials, but any shred of hope to better their meager lives and to cease their mudslide into oblivion..
Slaves to the safety net, the messiah tells them that the safety net is for slum folks who'd rather take welfare than work, and whiny liberals from the west coast and New York City, you know, all those educated, artistic phonies and techies with their cushy, phony jobs and fancy trimmings. Book learning knowledge and culture is the enemy. Academia is elitist. Kindred soul progressives, liberals, tree huggers, animal lovers, sob sisters, code pink ladies—the enemy in this silent civil war that is rapidly growing by the day as the the vitriol soars, and the subhuman abominations throughout the country come unglued, frenzied, and, in the end, doomed.
Because the current progeny of the once glorious blue collar white working class, those bony, stringy, pale, lean-and-mean tough people who survived the great Depression and fought our wars, that 'greatest generation' that toiled in mines, assembly lines, steel mills, textile plants, and raised families on good manufacturing careers bolstered by solid unions, are going instinct. Yeh, descendants of the generation that fought corporate despots and just about everybody else holding them down, are lost in the new technology, sunk in the quicksand morass of their legacies, with nowhere to go, except to the poisonous messiah in the White House.
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