The Vileness Was Never Hidden
He and you have been pretending that he wasn’t playing racist footsie. But the dam has broken and exposed what lies within. You can’t avert your eyes. You can’t unsee what you set in motion. The direction of travel is known; those who are “not his people” are not people. They eat pet animals, they come from nations piled high with feces, they are animals, and some, who should be “his” people, obstruct his operations to rid them from his land. Now, no more pretense, some of the not-good people are non-human apes.
The worst thing that has happened to his country is that it let them believe that they are like “us!” His country lost its mind when it let them live in his white house and govern us. But it’s time to stop them. He alone can fit it. He will make sure that they understand that they are nothing but monkeys.
If you hadn’t noticed this particular vileness before, then you were high on your stash. It was always there. It was not “racially tinged,” “unfortunate choice of words,” “the president is not a politician,” or “an unfortunate video.” His uncouth, uneducated verbal fluctuance was plain to see.
Why are you aghast? Are you even aghast? Or do you think that you should feign being aghast? You can’t be. What you now can’t do is pretend that he didn’t do what he did. The democrats might be animals – less than him, the king; but the Obamas are the deformed humans – the ape, the gorilla. Some kind of monkey, less than us humans in every way: not intelligent. They dance for their food, copulate without care, and beat their chests and grunt for speech. They and their ilk should all be sent back to their fecal-rich land.
The implication of that odious video is too much for you. Your moral heart can’t take it. So now he might be a racist? Or are you afraid that you, too, might be racist? Where was your moral heart when he promised you the world at the cost of others?
I’m not mad. I am not angry. I am inarticulately sad. Some of your faces are visible, but many, many more of yours are not. You might be the person at the store who smiled at me this morning. You might be the mammographer who attended to my breasts. Who you are, I don’t know, but you helped to make this social destruction possible. I hope that you rue the day that you voted as you did. Your actions have spilled out onto all our lives, and we are all poorer for it.