Extremities are to scale.
This probably makes me a bit of an asshole, but when I read about Trump supporters who are now feeling fucked over, I get the giggles. This guy’s troubles really aren’t funny, of course, but I do feel more than a little bit of schadenfreude reading about the extraordinary lengths he went to in supporting the Orange One.
Beginning in January 2016, Kraig Moss traveled to 45 rallies, belting out songs in support of Donald Trump and telling the story of his late son, Rob, who died three years ago from a heroin overdose.
Wow. A little extreme, but he really believed in Trump’s promise to “help young people”, whatever that means, and there’s nothing wrong with following your passion.
…He stopped making his mortgage payments and sold the equipment for his construction business to stay on the campaign trail, galvanized by Trump’s promise to help young people — like Moss’s late son — who struggle with drug addiction.
Holy shit. This guy really had it bad for our future Puppet-in-Chief. Most were content to just wear one of those stupid red hats and wave an American flag while shouting at brown people.
Trump made this promise to Moss personally at a rally in Iowa in January 2016. Speaking through a microphone to the crowd, he addressed Moss directly: “The biggest thing we can do in honor of your son … we have to be able to stop it.”
Wow, that’s awesome! Trump really cares. It’s not like he’s just saying this stuff to get votes. I mean, that would make him a lying, pussy-grabbing sack of badly-coiffed shit, right?
But about two weeks ago, Moss caught his first glimpse of the Republican proposal to replace the Affordable Care Act. The proposed health care bill … would eliminate a requirement that Medicaid cover basic mental-health and addiction services in states that expanded it, a mandate that covered nearly 1.3 million people. “This bill is just the absolute opposite,” Moss told The Washington Post. “I felt betrayed. I felt let down.”
Whoops. Sold his business and lost his house, all in order to follow a third-rate Hitler cosplay enthusiast around the country singing songs about his greatness. Now, like so many others, he’s finding out that he was being conned on an epic level. Awww.
Moss said he initially supported many of Trump’s other promises as well, such as his pledge to build a border wall with Mexico. But lately he has been upset hearing the stories of families being separated by deportations.
Oh really? What did you think would happen when you hand the highest office in the nation to a cheese-colored bag of jingoist raccoon farts? Christ on a cracker! Too bad about his son, but I have zero sympathy for people like this who blindly supported a widely-known con artist and big-business bullshitter. The only good thing to come of his election so far is the vast amount of epithets invented to describe him as anything other than “President Trump.”
So to you disillusioned Trumpites, all I can say is: boo-fuckin’-hoo. Now you’re paying the price with the rest of us. Enjoy!
Today’s the day, comrades! Donald Trump, America’s highest-ranking sexual assaulter and foremost expert on bullshitting his way to success, officially takes the highest office of the land. Women, gays, and non-whites everywhere shudder with irrepressible revulsion.
And what of the depressed and outraged Democrats who are still trying to make sense of what happened? I keep hearing this from certain corners of the Left: “We need to reach out to the Trump voters to understand them and start a dialogue on how to proceed together.” Well, I didn’t reach out but I did try to understand them. I even learned a few things. But you know what? I haven’t seen anyone on the Right reaching out. All I see/hear from them is the same ol’ shit: “You lost! Get over it! Stop whining! We took our country back! Too bad, snowflake! You cucks blew it! Benghazi!” So until I see a lot more sincere “reaching out” from the Right on a national level, they can kiss my grits.
There are now three more days before the election hammer comes down to smite us all. I’m hoping that hammer won’t be wearing the mangy pelt of a roadkilled ocelot on its head, but we’ll just have to wait and see. (Speaking of roadkill, my 
Add this to all the armed thugs that Trump has been instructing to show up at polling stations to scare away voters — in the guise of protecting against “voter fraud”, naturally — and you’ve got a recipe for widespread gun violence. Clinton got a lot of hate for her “basket of deplorables” remark, but if the shoe fits… (Side note: of course these guys called themselves The Crusaders. Extremist religious nutjobs like this love pretending they’re valiant destroyers of evil, and Christians especially love military imagery: they’re “soldiers for Christ” using their “swords of God’s light” to fight the “great war against Satan” and all that eyeroll-inducing nonsense.)
Even when meme-ified lies are utterly debunked, how many people actually do any follow-up or otherwise hear about it? Once you state something on Facebook as a fact, it immediately becomes a truth to certain people who believe everything they’re told, and no amount of retraction or correction will matter to them. Their outrage is instantaneous and disproportionately vicious, and these willfully misinformed morons presumably vote.
Here’s a story that’s been making the rounds lately. This woman bragged on Facebook about all the guns she owns, because Obama was gonna take ’em from her and blah blah blah, same shit we always hear from firearm fetishists. But then…
Let’s face it: America’s addiction to guns is literally killing us. These addicts buy, sell, collect, and fetishize firearms with intense passion. This passion is fueled by misinterpretations of the Second Amendment, absurd fantasies of valiantly defending their homeland against government tyranny, and racist/xenophobic feelings towards certain groups of people. Oh, and many of them just have a seriously fucked-up desire to feel powerful and kill stuff.
Whoops.
