Dead to Me [View all]

[NanceGreggs]

If you’re a Trump supporter, you are dead to me. I do not want to see you, hear from you, or even acknowledge your existence.

I do not recognize you as a fellow citizen. In fact, I do not recognize you as a fellow human being.

There are children – terrified, traumatized, innocent children – who are locked in cages right now, crying for their parents. YOU put them there.

There are parents suffering the emotional torture of not knowing where their children are, or how they are being treated. YOU are inflicting that torture.

The only thing that gives me joy right now is knowing that YOU are about to suffer. Your “pResident” and his spineless Republican enablers are planning massive cuts to Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security – cuts they say are necessary in order to pay for the massive tax cuts they just gave the wealthiest people in the country.

I’d love to be there when you realize that your social security check has been whittled down to nothing, or when you can’t afford the medicine you need to stay alive. I’d be more than happy to remind you that YOU are getting exactly what you voted for – and what you deserve. Maybe you can contact your Trump-loving Republican reps – the millionaires who actually got those massive tax cuts – and listen to them laugh at your misery as they ignore your pleas for help.

And you know what? I’ll be laughing right along with them – because you’re already dead to me anyway, so why should I give a fuck if your existence ends in poverty, pain and utter despair?

If you’re a Trump supporter, you are responsible for the suffering of every child now held in a cage, every citizen who is facing bankruptcy due to medical bills they can’t afford, every hard-working American who is now responsible for paying off the debt your “pResident” and his party created to enrich themselves while you got the crumbs off their table.

I used to feel sorry for you because your own abject stupidity had blinded you to the obvious fact that you’ve been had.

But seeing children locked in cages, crying for their mothers and their fathers, put a quick end to any sympathy I may have felt for YOU, the people responsible for their fear, their suffering, their endless tears.

At this point, the only interaction with a Trump supporter I would welcome is an invitation to their funeral – an event I would happily attend in a red sequined dress, a festive feather-strewn hat, and a bag full of fireworks to mark the joyous occasion of their removal from our midst.