고정된 트윗
This is a letter I wrote that I never sent to Maga friends and family. Please read and share your thoughts.
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If you still support Trump — I mean actively, enthusiastically support him, then we have a problem. The problem, as I see it, is that I don’t know you. I thought I did, but the person who willingly embraces a man so devoid of basic humanity, of empathy, a malignant narcissist who mocks the disabled or the veteran, who is dishonest to his core, is using the Presidency to enrich himself and his family, who understands nothing about governing, the constitution or the rule of law, and who, by all measure is the single most corrupt President in the history of the republic, is a stranger to me.
You’ve traded your soul for something intangible — the promise of fewer brown people, of a whiter neighborhood and a better stock market. You’ve leveraged your integrity in exchange for a clueless carnival barker who has captivated you with his “step right up!” theatrics and promise of all manner of magic behind the curtain.
You’ve excused, justified and twisted yourself into pretzels in a sad attempt to explain your support for him with your “Hillary would have been worse” tropes; your “promises kept” bumper stickers and your tired “he’s not a politician” line.
Let’s face it. If this clown crashed your Christmas party, you’d be horrified that such a brash, loudmouthed horse’s ass was insulting your guests and pissing in your punch bowl. If he were the pastor of your church, you’d be the first in line to form a “kick Pastor Donald out of town” committee. Somehow, you love him as your president. Fascinating as to what that says about you and your heart.
The bottom line, though? Here it is. You support a person who is trying to hurt people that I love. It’s that simple. Your president has proven, time and again, that he seeks to marginalize African Americans, Muslims, women, the LGBTQ community, Mexicans, and more. You know it. I know it. He has encouraged hatred from his base towards all of those groups. We see it day after day, memorialized on grainy cellphone video in coffee shops, subway trains, and in parking lots.
His policies seek to harm my family. His emboldening of hate toward “others” seeks to harm my family. His trashing of the environment seeks to harm my family. And you are his surrogate. As such, you — my friend, cousin, sibling, co-worker, acquaintance, or client; you seek to harm my family.
So it’s over. And, as they say — It’s not me, it’s you.
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