When white people endure heroic journeys against impossible odds, Hollywood makes heartwarming action films about them.
When people with darker skins do the exact same thing, we fire tear gas at their children.
This must become our Kent State moment. Our Trảng Bàng napalm girl. The moment all decent Americans declared “NO MORE!” and stopped making excuses draped in patriotic trash.
If this outrage, this grotesquerie, this shrieking abortion of a presidency, becomes just another day of Trumpmerikan “greatness,” then everything we ever hoped to be as a nation is forsaken.
GASSING. CHILDREN. Forcing a woman who wears a licensed fairy tale from Corporate America’s feel-good lie-factory to haul her barefoot children from a cloud of poisoned torture-smoke. Turning a Hollywood-style epic journey into a nightmare of casual brutality… this MUST NOT STAND.
Share it. Scream it. Demand the end of this era, or everything we love is lost.
To anyone and everyone who voted for this atrocious presidency and the horrors it enjoys:
You have no right to celebrate Christmas.
You have no right to call yourself a Christian.
You have embraced the very opposite of Christ’s teachings.
Your behavior is literally Satanic, and Jesus condemns you to hell. (Matthew 25:41-46)
You’ve lost the right to boast about (*) your “deeply held spiritual beliefs.”
And you have no right whatsoever to consider yourself my friend, my family, or my fan.
PS: See also, Matthew 6:1-5.