…that I haven't written much about the tragedy occurring along the Texas border. It's not because I don't want to. It's because I can't. Since news started breaking of the orange shitgibbon's tent cities/concentration camps, there has been a knot in my stomach that will not go away. With each passing day's news of some further atrocity, I am becoming fully convinced that demons are real and they walk among us, circling the dotard like moths to a flame.
People ask how Hitler was allowed to rise to power in Germany. This is how. We are witnessing history repeat itself. It's not like we weren't warned. The tiny glimmer of hope is that we do have history to look back on (unlike the Germans), and that this horrific treatment of children is causing a lot of people to wake up and say, "Not only no, but HELL no!"
Cheetolini may—may—have finally overstepped to such a degree that this will be his undoing, and will hopefully bring down the entire Republican party with him.
It can't happen soon enough.
If the GOP can't be bothered to care about children being shot dead in school, they certainly aren't going to worry about a few thousand brown babies being separated from their parents. In fact, they seem to be reveling in it.
I want to go Nuremberg on their asses. I want to see them all swinging from ropes.