On the eve of Trump’s impeachment vote I was heartened to see massive protests, across the country in the USA, such as this one in New York, above.
Meanwhile, typically, the dangerous clown in the White House was gloating on Twitter, willfully oblivious and downplaying the sentiment of mass dissent.
So, in an act of willful provocation, I posted the following comment on his Facebook page —- in an effort to hold up a reality mirror to the bully-in-chief and his followers:
I, seriously, underestimated the level of vitriol that I would receive, which is still streaming in. Below, is a peek at the bigotry party going on at his virtual space:
And, for (dark) comic relief, this sick joker:
It turns out my Deranged Snowman poem proved prophetic—-even though when I wrote this piece I had not been subject to such vile animosity, personally, before.
The hate is real and ugly — anyone who still maintains this president does not traffick in xenophobia & Islamophobia is willfully blind.
So, I posted once more on Trump’s page, notifying the trolls of my intention to write about this unfortunate experience.
Feeling strangely detached reading all these vicious responses & marveling at how quickly the discussion devolved into name-calling of the worst sort.
Incidentally, I never said that I was either an immigrant or a Muslim; they simply assumed it based on my name and profile picture:
I can’t help but meditate on how Trump is a symptom of a deep sickness in AmeriKKKa’s psyche and the collective state of our sad, mad world. Also how, for better or worse, we’re all connected and there is no escape from dealing with our joint problems.
I, now, see that I left Egypt in order to deal with this mess!