#timbarrus

If I so much as write -- Trump is a rapist -- comment moderators will side with Trump, and then, the swords come out. I get axed. Yet it's civil for a columnist to articulate the same fact. There are several realities going on here. The reality of the rape. The reality of indifference to the rape. The reality he will never pay for any crimes committed. I would argue that Trump hates women. I would argue that playing kissy kissy with Trump, comment moderators (including the one in this photograph, and what she is moderating in civility itself), who keep one standard for their colleagues, and then we have the dumbing down, of us. This is where institutions fail the people who created the institution in the first place. We are a nation of sheep. We comply. We roll over. He wants to control how you act in your bedroom. He's going for birth control next. That affects a lot of women. We actually believe the We Can Make It Better Dog and Pony Show Rhetoric. Show me one thing he did to make anything better for anyone. It is vile. Again, I would argue that the Americans who love him, in fact, love what reactions we have, and moderation becomes irrelevant. People like me light our hair on fire. NYT thinks we should be nice to the magas. He has highjacked American culture. He has all the permissions he needs. We must be nice to the rapists. The men who get away with it. Moderation makes homo sapiens like Trump smirk at the haha spots. He knows he's winning because you have allowed it.

adults describe him as He Can't Do Shit/ He Can't Do Shit has alienated just about every adult he has crossed paths with especially teachers teachers would like to wring his neck/ cops2/ 3principals/ social workers by the dozens, and every single solitary member of his family/ if you ask him why, he shrugs/ thing is, it's an honest answer/ he really doesn't know how could he because what he knows is the long litany of complaints that have been logged against him it's all he hears/ it's all there is to hear/ i have all these stupid theories in my book of the stupid theories that suggests to me what we value almost exclusively is whatever makes the most money, and that's about it/ you are either making money or you are studying to eventually make money, and whoever makes the most money wins/  He Can't Do Shit is downright lousy at things like learning math, not because he's ignorant, but because he can't sit in a chair long enough to absorb any of the concepts, and the fundamental thing kids learn how to do in traditional schools is called sitting in a fucking chair for hours/ the massive list of things He Can't Do Shit can't do is about as long as the dead sea scrolls/ you gotta start somewhere because there are a lot of He Can't Do Shits out there/ everyone has something he can do/ i never know where to find it/ this will involve a certain amount of exploration which in traditional educational institutions is viewed as witchcraft/ i usually begin with music, and, often, we just dance on from there/ Every He Can't Do Shit can do something/