Amerikkka, 2017, aka I Hate Donna Joan Trump

Hate is a word I don't use lightly. It's ugly. It has a tendency to be overused. But it's necessary now.

I hate Donald Trump. Every molecule of me hates him. But I hate him humanely, such that my only prescription for ridding the world of him is for him to go away and never be seen or heard from again. Call it Twitter bizarro wold, some place where he has no access to any media whatsoever and never will. I hate him singularly, and with a ferocity I've never felt for any other American politician. No, his menace is such that hating him is the responsible--nay--patriotic thing to do.

He is the epitome of modern-day fascism now handed over the highest office in the land. He is a usurper of power with no idea what he is doing or talking about, an agent of Russian dictator Vladimir Putin, and a traitor. He is a rapist and a racist, a fire-breathing sociopath who cares nothing for anyone but himself, a coward who would sell his own family off if it got in his way. He is Sodom in Christian mythology, a demon sent from hell to turn whatever he touches to shit.

I hate Donald Trump because I love. Because I cherish all that is good in the world and want to keep it that way.

Resist with all you can and when you can, Trump's racism, misogyny, religious bigotry, and outright plunder. Only sustained protest will drive the beast out.