[From the drafts] Starved for hope, a trolling Harris feeds us

Here’s an incomplete draft of mine from September 11th. During the months leading up to the election, I was very nervous. I wrote a lot. For whatever reason, I published none of it, effectively keeping myself a political diary of unfinished thoughts. After revisiting some of my mini-political essays, I may publish them here on my micro. If for nothing else, to connect with folks who felt the same way as I did.

Under the mountain of Donald Trump’s lies is a bedrock composed of a single truth. It is the key to all of his power.

He said, “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters.”

He offered that truth at the Iowa rally nearly a decade ago, and still, democrats refuse to acknowledge it. We still believe we can embarrass his voters enough to jump ship. But history is clear.

This fight is, and has always been, about one thing— the whiteness of America.

The overturning of Roe v Wade, the attacks on birth control and interracial marriage. They separate brown children from their mothers. It all points to keeping this country white.

And when it comes to preserving that identity at any cost, there is only one game in town. Donald Trump.

Take it from someone who trolled his cronies so hard that it made the news.

No matter what he does; no matter how much we get under his skin, or call out his hypocrisies, he will always have the margin of error to win the presidency of the United States.