The crybaby cult.

All Hail the Snivel-King.

Can somebody PLEASE call a waaambulance for these MAGA moanerellas already, their incessant whining is so fucking irritating, isn’t it?

Good grief, all they ever do is drone on and on and on about what is “broke” or “woke” or “ruined”. How this ridiculous nonsense over stoves and muppets and Cracker Jacks and Lord knows what other insanity PROVES that America isn’t “great anymore.” All the stupid Fucking things they’re PERSONALLY aggrieved over all the damn time.

My beer is woke! My M&M’s are wearing comfortable shoes! My football hates America! My pop star is a PSYOP! My Google Chatbot says that white supremacy is racist!! (Yes, that’s the newest non-issue nonsense).

Look, let’s just give them an ammosexual-friendly safe-space titty bar where white men cook red meat over an open-flame, the beer is mixed with Bull semen, the chocolate candy characters wear stilettos and Big Bird trades vax injury stories with Ted Nugent.

And then call it a fucking day.

If only it were that easy.

Because of course, even then they’d start in with whatever manufactured outrage du jour they’ve cooked up in a QAnon/home remedy for Chlamydia chat room they migrate to when they’re not getting the answers they seek for all that aggrieves them in the real world. All that’s being done “to them” and taken “from them.”

Stilettos and stoves aside, this is obviously much more serious than a case of Bud Light being on the receiving end of a chesty-bimbo’s poor shot. There’s a deeply-rooted darkness there. A resentment that isn’t just about finding a “biological male” in a dress aesthetically offensive, but instead intrinsically connected to their lifelong adherence to the notion that they were special. They were BORN special. That they deserved MORE. And that they both made the rules and followed them, even if they deviated from whatever impulses they didn’t want to ever admit to anyone they too had experienced.

Once upon a time not so long ago, the venomous, insidious hatred we see out in the open today was confined to festering in the shadows of our society. What was briefly confined to lurking, disguised in whispers and subtle gestures, has recently been weaving its way through the fabric of the American existence in an alarmingly overt fashion.

It’s not new. It didn’t start with Trump. This hatred has been seeping into the hearts and minds of a huge swath of our population like a slow poison for a very, very long time. It’s been pushed back to the fringes many times, but when someone like Trump comes along and pulls it back from the edges, it inevitably gains new life.

It thrives on ignorance and fear and feeds on insecurities and prejudices. It divides and conquers, sowing seeds of discord and resentment with each and every passing day. It’s a cancer that spreads silently at first, eroding empathy and compassion, leaving only bitterness, resentment and anger in its wake.

And when you have a misery-monger manbaby like Trump constantly whining about his own “victimhood” because his white privilege doesn’t mean he’s entitled to rob and rape, it only confirms all of that venom coursing in their veins.