To the White Millennials Who Voted For Donald Trump (boo hoo)

Huffington Post ^ | 09 Nov 16 | Tiffany Onyejiaka

[Drew68]

Dear White Millennials Who Voted for Trump,

First of all, I wanted to thank you for voting for this monster. Not because I like him, but because you have helped reveal to me that I was so mistaken as to think the majority of white youth were socially progressive. I thought millennials were supposed to be the generation to save this country, yet you all voted for someone who is going to plunge it to the ground.

In my naïve little brain, I never imagined that 48 percent of white people aged 18-29 would vote for a man who based his platform on racism, sexism, xenophobia, homophobia and so much more. I didn’t think that so many of you would support such hateful Jim Crow-esque views in 2016. Thanks for reminding me that white supremacy and patriarchy are intergenerational traits.

I knew you all have refused to understand why Black Lives Matter or why profits are not worth contaminating Native American water supplies, but I still didn’t think so many of you would actually go through with electing Trump. I thought at the end of the day most of you all would vote with your heart, or just not vote at all. My mistake.

[SteveH]

I googled her including images. Bottom line: it is all as one would expect.

[Calvin Locke]

I generally avoid HuffPo, so I’ll take your word for the apparent censoring.

[Timocrat]

Fainting couch and smelling salts wanted on Huffpo aisle seven.

[Anima Mundi]

If their real concern is bigotry, racism and so forth, they need to ask themselves, “what is the REAL problem”? Is it DJT? Is it DJT supporters? NO, it isn’t. If he is really as horrible as they believe, the question they need to ask and answer is this: How did this person manage to be welcomed into elite, popular circles for so long without any objection? NBC had no problem with him, the celebrities on his show had no problem with him, other shows invited him for interviews without objection, Chelsea was pals with his daughter, and neither the daughter, nor Chelsea, nor Chelsea’s parents seemed to worry. If he was SO bad, he could have been shut out of even running for President a long time ago. Instead they went to his wedding, laughed with him.

So - what does this mean? Either they did not know somehow. So, how did they not know? Or they knew and were okay with the “Nazi” Or he was not like that all that time and woke up one day and flipped a switch. Or it just is not at all true. The same people who will not hang
around others if they tell a racist joke, have been around DJT.

Where are all the abused employees who are women, Latinos, Blacks? Where are their law suits, stories, etc.? Does none of this matter until he runs for and is elected President?

So, if bigotry is your REAL issue, (It isn’t), then these are the REAL problems you all need to be addressing and fixing if you want your society to be better.

In other words - critical thinking quickly reveals that DJT is NOT all of these things and these are just things that are being used to smear someone for political positioning. THINK little snowflakes, THINK! Don’t just believe things devoid of critical thinking.

[Brooklyn Attitude]

Dear Tif, you are absolutely right. Trump’s America will be such an intolerable nightmare that you and your friends should escape immediately. Seriously, DO IT NOW before its too late.

[5th MEB]

Why are you trying to talk them back from the edge?
Just give them a good push over.
I spent 10’s of thousands of dollars on my daughter’s education (indoctrination/programming).
Haven’t spoken to her in 8 years, did I fail, did her mother fail; NO, perhaps we were too easy on her and SHE failed to resist the propaganda and indoctrination.
Just waiting for her to come to me for her first home loan, the terms WILL be harsh.

[ANKE69]

Oh wow.... I have a daughter just like yours. Haven’t talked to her in years.

[Oztrich Boy]

Heh

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
Songwriter: BOB DYLAN

Somebody should give that man a Nobel Prize

[Califreak]

” I thought at the end of the day most of you all would vote with your heart, or just not vote at all.”

If you’re voting with your heart, I’d rather you not vote at all.

[Califreak]

The snowflakes need a vacation!

Holiday In Cambodia

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife

You’re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you’ll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul