Way back in early Spring of 2016, I was at a backyard party having a conversation with two girls and two actual phagggots. We were talking Trump (he had either just secured the GOPe nom or was getting close), and after listening to the gay homosexual male-things gripe about how bad he was for the LFHTUWORFBHGFUCKMYANUS community and watching the girls bob their heads in agreement, I politely concern-trolled that in the big picture I could see why Trump was succeeding, that there were a lot of left-behind working class Americans (knowing with this crowd that “working class” would be interpreted as a euphemism for “White”) who felt Trump acknowledged their problems and who was the first candidate in a long time to really care about them, and that maybe they (SWPL shitlibs) should try to understand how Trump’s supporters feel so they can win them over.
(I also said Trump could very well go on to win the whole thing. Off this blog I was predicting a Trump win to friends almost the day after he announced. My non-shitlib friends now think I’m an oracle. My shitlib friends may think the same, but they don’t let on.)
One of the phagggots shuffled his foot into the lawn and sneered, “Yeah well, I don’t give a shit about how they feel.”
Love wins, right?
Except it doesn’t when it’s WHO, WHOM? and US, THEM.
Know who you’re dealing with. It’ll steel you to deliver your vengeance without mercy when the time finally comes.