AN OPEN LETTER TO TRUMPOLATERS

I understand that many, and perhaps all, of you are Trumpolaters because he makes you feel OK with the manifold hatreds on which it seems you live.
Like anyone who doesn’t bow down to your white ‘Aryan’ maleness or, in the case of women, to your white ‘Aryan’ menfolk. Anyone who doesn’t see and treat you as, essentially, a hereditary noble.

I may have black (black and grey now) hair and brown eyes, but I’m still one of y’all and I know what a fantastical lie that is! We are about as noble as cockroaches and quite possibly worse!

Another thing you worship about Trumpelthinskin is his addytood, as we say around Philly Town. And that he makes you think y’all ‘own’ us liberals because you so-o-o-o wou-ou-ou-ound us! Wrong. Quite wrong.
One thing y’all don’t get about us, in much the same way darkness cannot comprehend light, is that our hearts almost never bleed (those hearts that do bleed; not every liberal heart does) for ourselves. Our hearts go out to others outside ourselves.

Other people, some of whom look like us and many more that don’t; some who live here and others that don’t. To animals who don’t know what we’re causing to happen to their previously stable environment but they know it sure isn’t good, to other living things we put in danger.

And for the generations of our children and grandchildren (whether we actually have them or not) who will have to, willy-nilly, clean up the mess we’re leaving them — or lose…