I am a na-s-s-s-s-ty woman. I’m not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheeto dust, a man whose words are a death trap to America. Electoral-college sanctioned hate speech contaminating this national anthem. I’m not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city, maybe the South actually is going to rise again. Maybe for some, it never really fell.
Blacks are still in shackles and graves just for being black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin.
I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag. And I didn’t know devils could be resurrected, but I feel Hitler in these streets. A mustache traded for a toupee. Nazis renamed the cabinet, electoral conversion therapy, the new gas chambers.
Remember when the Democrats wanted this woman to run for the Senate from Kentucky?
I think I know why Wil Wheaton is such a leftist whack job; two episodes of NextGen with Ashley Judd and the crazy rubbed right off.
I think the entire left side of the country went off their meds when Trump was elected.