- Moderator
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Dear Trump Fan, So You Want Someone To âTell It Like It Isâ? OK, Here You Go.
So you want someone to tell it like it is.
Where is he wrong?
So you want someone to tell it like it is.
You say you want someone whoâs politically incorrect. Youâre so desperate for political incorrectness â a supremely ridiculous reason to vote a guy into the Oval Office, but never mind â that your esteem for him only grows when he belittles the disabled, mocks American prisoners of war, calls women dogs, calls his opponents p*ssies, calls for the assassination of women and children, says heâd like to have sex with his daughter, brags about his adultery, etc.
Youâre excited by the most vile statements and most cretinous behavior imaginable â not remotely deterred by any of it, no matter how many times he gloats over infidelity, curses his opponents, and publicly ogles his own children â because, you say, itâs politically incorrect. That is how unfathomably desperate you are for someone to come along and just say whatâs on their mind, you claim. Youâre so fed up with political correctness that you celebrate political incorrectness without distinguishing between the healthy sort and the âLOL I slept with married women and Iâm not sorryâ sort. It doesnât matter if you donât personally agree, you say, you just respect the hell out of someone whoâs willing to shoot straight, even when âshooting straightâ means comparing Ben Carson to a child molester, calling the entire electorate of Iowastupid, and referring to women as âpieces of ass.â
Trump won South Carolina on the support of Evangelical Christians who were so impressed with his alleged straight talk that they overlooked the fact that heâs a crass, cruel, unrepentantphilanderer who says he does not need Godâs forgiveness, and who praises Planned Parenthood as âwonderfulâ and his radically pro-abortion sister as a âphenomenalâ candidate for the Supreme Court. Thatâs how much you pretend to admire bluntness in a man. So much that it overrides literally everything else.
By your logic, then, you should be filled with an immense and irresistible affection for me when I call Donald Trump a crooked, underhanded con artist and you a reckless, ignorant dupe. You should fall madly in love with me when I accuse Donald Trump of being a spoiled, overgrown brat and you of being a cultish groupie enamored with fame. You should well up with pride and salute me as I mentioned that Donald Trump is a stuffed and soiled diaper sagging in the pants of American politics and youâre the poor, pitiful sap trying to elect it president. You donât have to agree, but man, isnât it refreshing that Iâm willing to tell you whatâs on my mind? Shouldnât you leave a thousand comments under this article praising me for being politically incorrect, willing to attack not only Donald Trump but his blue collar supporters? In fact, if youâre sincere in your alleged regard for the bold and audacious approach, I expect youâll have launched a nationwide write-in campaign for me by tomorrow morning.
Where is he wrong?