Dear MAGA: no, red, white and boob ain’t “patriotism”.

Supporting a traitor while draped in the flag doesn’t make you a patriot.

Maybe you’ve seen this image, maybe you’ve never had the misfortune until now, and for that I am truly sorry, but there she was in all her glory… proudly maskless in the middle of the peak of the Covid pandemic, at the super-spreader that was that year’s 250,000+ person Sturgis motorcycle rally.

Melons McTrumpmore and her Star-spangled Shoulder Boulders just hanging out (literally) as a walking (probably stumbling), talking (undoubtedly inarticulately) breasty billboard for a democracy destabilizing dotard.

And the thing is, she encapsulates the cult that is MAGA, perfectly.

It’s off putting, it’s embarrassing, it’s delusional, it’s hysterically funny and it’s hard to fathom all at the same time. You REALLY want to ignore it, but you know you really shouldn’t ignore it at the same time.

And you know, you just know — that if you even tried to have a conversation with her about donald trump plotting a coup or inciting an insurrection or keeping our national defense documents in his fucking shitter, you’d get called some slurry combination of the words “Libtard, Socialist, Communist and Pedo-lover”. And invariably, some reference to you “hating America” would be made with an aggressive flip of a middle finger for emphasis.