Remember the good old days when nothing got libtards in a bigger purple faced frenzied rage than the mere mention of George W. Bush’s name?
Last night I attended a panel discussion that was supposed to have nothing to do with politics yet……
The senile moderator, who couldn’t have the wherewithal to keep the microphone next to his mouth, and one of the panelist never missed an opportunity to infuse questions or answers with personal politics.
Lest you think it was colored with opinions favoring welfare reform, security or second amendment protection, I assure you it was not.
The subjects that had no business being being mentioned were calls for social justice, activism and more liberal immigration policies.
Added to that was a hefty dose of sturm und drang over a nameless presidential candidate who spumes racism, sexism and hatred.
We all know by know these are the code words glued onto the Donald because when liberals don’t have any possible retort based on substance or policy they cry victim and resort to name calling.
Trump was never my first choice but nonetheless I felt threatened as my safe space was invaded by the micro aggression I was subjected to.
I am from now on tempted to gauge my support of anyone by how much they are hated by the left. They are so wrong about so many things that I just have to love whatever it is they hate the most.
Which brings me to my next point.
Why is it that so many people are happier than me. I see people smiling and laughing when so many times i am holding back tears.
It’s just not fair.
I am calling for nationwide action in the interest of emotional justice.Anyone who is happy or having fun should be responsible for making sure that i am just as happy as them, no matter what it takes.
Today I think that i could be very happy with a President Trump.
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