A Season of Rage and Disgust

F**k joy; this election is about punishing Trump and his dirtbags

We don’t know her name, but we know who she is.

She’s the woman in the Primus t-shirt. She’s the woman who went to protest a Trump rally in Syracuse. She’s the woman who was throwing up double middle-fingers to a crowd of cultish creeps.

She’s all of us.

With just more than three weeks to go until Election Day, we have come to the realization that Democrats and Indies are not charging to the polls as happy warriors with joy in their hearts. No, we’re pissed the hell off, and we want a reckoning.

Donald Trump is burning everything to the ground as fast as he can both figuratively and literally. This weekend, he dropped the mask and came out as a Putin pet. He also sent his goons to destroy 500 trees in East Potomac Park. He’s stuffing his pockets while selling out American values. His thugs at the Justice Department and the military are threatening everyone who hasn’t fallen to their knees in worship of Dear Leader.

That’s why Republicans are avoiding debates. That’s why Trump is campaigning in Tennessee and not Maine. And that’s why people are yelling at Susan Collins that they can’t eat road salt.

America is fucking furious.

And why wouldn’t we be? We’re being occupied by a fascist regime that boasts of how much it enjoys our misery. They’ve made clear from the beginning that their only real goal is to own the libs. People are struggling. Whether it’s high gas prices or just a daily assault on our values and our decency, Americans with good hearts have been forced to learn what it’s like to live under an evil leader who hates them.

That makes joy pretty difficult to find at the moment. But we have rage in abundance.

And we want to take it out on every last Republican who supported this nightmare.

Fortunately for Republicans, we are not the violent party. We are the smart party that channels our rage into organizing, marching, protesting and voting. We’ve done the first three. Now it’s time to vote.

We know you’re exhausted. That’s what fascism does. It wears you down. But we also know how pissed off you are. It’s about time for Trump and his goons to know it too.

So whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. Let that rage guide you for the next three weeks. Let that anger drive you to make one more phone call, send one more text, send one more postcard.

We know how you’re feeling. It’s about time Trump knew it too.

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