"Trump Supporters F***ing HATE When You Give Them a Taste of Their Own Medicine"

In the past month or so, I've really backslid in my theoretical goal of loving shitty people who make the world a worse place, aka Trump supporters. I've been telling them on Facebook and Reddit exactly what I think of them, and I've been so brutal that several of them have shut the hell up, and one of them even deleted her comment after I pointed out how stupid she was for fixating on Kamala Harris' sex life while her cult leader cheated on all three of his wives and was best friends with a child sex trafficker. I feel really, really good when I make them shut up. If being unkind to them is wrong, why does it feel so, so right?

The thing is, refusing to sink to their level hasn't worked. Democrats get their asses kicked in part because they fret about decorum while Republicunts do whatever the hell they want. I keep hearing that we have to be kind and patient toward Trump supporters while they gleefully shit all over everything and make other people's lives miserable because they can, and I'm tired of that burden. I'm tired of being expected to treat grown adults who choose to be shitty people like toddlers. I have found that every time, and I do mean every time I choose to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who strikes me at first glance as a mindless bigot, and I choose to communicate with them calmly and respectfully and not treat them like a mindless bigot, they immediately, and I do mean immediately prove that I was right the first time. If bullying is the only language these emotionally stunted troglodytes speak, so be it. Changing their tiny minds is damn near impossible until the person they elected to hurt other people hurts them, but getting them to shut up is the next best thing.

Anyway, I was thinking about this the other day when I watched this video. I'm writing this blog post to share this video because I'm exceptionally sleep-deprived today, which puts me in the mood to not write a long, thoughtful post or do much of anything but count the hours until I can take a Kush Kube and enjoy myself. I don't have words to express how satisfying it is to watch people insult MAGAts in scathing, well-crafted ways and know that the "Fuck your feelings" folks are getting their feelings hurt by it. On a related note, I'm generally against making fun of men's penis sizes, but I love the recent South Park episode because anything, and I do mean anything that hurts Trump's feelings is justified.

On a related note, nobody's ever given me a valid reason why I shouldn't celebrate when terrible people like Focus on the Family founder James Dobson leave this world. His was a toxic influence, and now it's diminished. That's a good thing. Speaking of terrible people dying, the orange taint made a weird statement the other day that seems to indicate the first moment of introspection in his self-absorbed life: "I wanna try and get to heaven if possible. I'm hearing I'm not doing well. I am really at the bottom of the totem pole. But if I can get to heaven, this [theoretical Ukraine-Russia peace deal] will be one of the reasons." Wow. I'm not sure any number of lives saved in Ukraine could cancel out the astronomical human suffering he's intentionally caused elsewhere. This is a strange statement from someone who's dedicated his entire life to bullying people and spreading misery. And look, I have some empathy for him because his dad didn't love him and raised him to be cold and heartless, but my empathy stops at the point where he chose to make that everyone else in the world's problem. Suicide would have been a better answer.

Anyway, I don't believe in a permanent hell for anyone. The general consensus of near-death experiencers is that no such thing exists, and it wouldn't be fair to attach an infinite punishment to the finite amount of harm that even the worst people in the world cause. Do I want Donald Trump to get back the suffering he's dished out to humanity? Absolutely. Do I want him to suffer for eternity? No. I hope he does go to heaven... eventually.

Now here's an embarrassing confession. I've come to realize that Trump has made my life better. By protesting at every opportunity, I've made like-minded friends, and I'm much less lonely than I was at this time last year. Of course, the Kush Kubes help with that too. Anyway, in my privileged position, protesting is fun. I go out and stand up for other people's rights, and then I go home and move on with my life. I hope I'll stay strong and brave if things escalate and protesting becomes less fun. Maybe I should get myself arrested on purpose so I'm not privileged anymore. I know it may seem silly for me to have so much anger toward a person who doesn't affect my life very much, but that's because I have a little mental disorder that I like to call empathy for other human beings. I'm not willing to stick my head in the sand while he puts other human beings in concentration camps. I'm weird like that. Oh, and I will be affected when his Big Butt-ugly Bill goes into effect (after the midterms; I wonder why), so there's that. I take comfort in knowing that most of the people who voted for him will be affected too, and I'm not sorry. They were warned.