Don’t treat Trump like a deity. It’s not good for him or you.
This. Thank you. THIS.
“Thank you”
Anytime.
I voted for Trump. I love Trump.
But I don’t pray to him. And I refuse to bow before his most obsequious prophets. Some are so illogical, I think they are plants. Though whether that means impostors or unthinking vegetation is not always clear.
My brain did not fall out when I pulled the lever for him. And I’m not spending any root principles to prop him up.
The existence of otherwise decent but sometimes misguided followers is a symptom of just how badly the party was hurting for a set of balls - some folks seem hypnotized by them. Overlooking, even denying, existence of the fleas.