This would explain a lot.
I have no words for the terrorist acts perpetrated by white supremacists upon Muslim worshipers in New Zealand this week. I have anger and tears and thoughts of healing love, but no words sufficient to express my outrage and heartbreak.
This was too good not to share.
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If any post deserves to go viral today, this piece by Jan Wilberg most certainly does. Go read the original at http://redswrap.wordpress.com and share it from her site. You can tell I don’t understand all the workings of reblogging, just make it so. Thanks.
Trump likes it that this bomb stuff is happening. He’s like a teenage arsonist sitting in a grove of trees watching the neighbor’s barn burn down. He’s not sorry, not for a single second, he wants to see it burn. That’s why he went there with gasoline and matches.
The barn burning makes him feel happy and powerful. After all, other people don’t have the nerve to douse a hay-filled barn with gasoline and strike a dozen matches. They’d chicken out, just talk about it, brag in advance and threaten but never actually set something like that in motion. A real fire? Real destruction? No, that’s too much.
For them, maybe, but not for the teenage arsonist.
So Trump comes to Wisconsin tonight, starts his speech reading something John Kelly wrote for him about how his job as President is to keep the country safe and how the federal government…
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