#both games are trying to be critical of conservative islamophobia and nationalism

[villainanders]

seeing mass effect 2 came out just about a year before da2 is explaining a lot to me bc 1) even tho me2 seems to be a more thought out game than da2 in just about every regard it seems like there's a lot similar stylistic impulses going on 2) bioware was REALLY into 9/11 during this timeframe apparently. i don't know what was going on over there nearly 10 years after the event that made them feel like it was finally time to start dropping their 9/11 political commentary but it was happening i guess

[cait-writes-stuff]

The Campaign - Batmom POTUS

Warning: This fic is highly politicized and deals with a lot of political issues that currently plague the United States. That being said, this chapter includes mention of blatant racism, sexism, and Islamophobia. 

Part 1

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9579392/chapters/21659414

When you announced your candidacy to the country is kicked up a storm and for the briefest moment you had the satisfaction of stealing the spotlight from the rhetoric spewing mad man. But soon enough the real work had to begin. You had an election to win.

You started by hiring a campaign manager and spent a lot of the next few week in and out of interviews with news outlets and politicians alike, talking about your policies and the direction you wanted to take the country in. Naturally you had people who liked your progressive ideas but you also faced a lot of people who didn’t agree with you. You took their criticisms with grace and poise, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get everyone on your side but there were just some issues that you would never sway your stance on.

After the first wave of interviews you went on a tour around the country to give speeches in some of the contested states. You were admittedly a bit exhausted from the non stop traveling but your last stop was in Gotham and the crowd was more than welcoming to you. You shook off your eagerness to see your family again to give your home city the best presentation you could muster.

“Ummi!” A voice called from the crowd. Your heart lept thinking it was your youngest son calling out to you but was admitted a little disappointed to see that it was a young boy calling out excitedly to his hijab clad mother, pointing in your direction as your body guards led you through the crowd. You gave the boy a warm smile when you approached him and waved at him.

“Salam, how are you today young man?” You greeted kindly. He waved shyly back but his mother gently prompted him to respond to you.

“Wa Alaikumussalam wa Rahmatullah.” He greeted kindly in return. “Ummi says that you’re going to be the President someday. Is that true?” He asked innocently.

“That’s the hope.” You laughed warmly.

“Mrs. Wayne, might I ask you a question” The mother said capturing your attention.

“Of course.” You said.

“Luthor and his followers are speaking of banning groups of people from entering the country and deporting others. My husband is still trying to immigrate from Afghanistan. Please Mrs. Wayne, I’m worried for the future of my family.” The woman fretted, visibly upset over the uncertainty of the future for her family.

“I promise you if I’m elected I will never ban any people from seeking asylum in this country. Banning entry for any group of people due to religion, country origin, or any other excuse they can come up with is against the ideals of this nation. In the words of Lady Liberty herself: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. As president I will protect that ideal.” You promised. She smiled a watery smile and enveloped you in a tight hug. Your body guards lurched forward to separate her from you but you waved them off. She cried her thanks and the older woman stepped back and framed your cheeks with both of her hands.

“I will be proud to call you my President, Mrs. Wayne.” She said.

“Thank you, ma’am. It is my duty to protect all peoples of this great nation from oppression.” You said.

“What about the wall?” A hispanic man asked who was watching the exchange between you and the Muslim mother.

“There will be no wall. Ever.” You responded firmly. It was almost laughable that Lex would even consider making that a campaign point but fearful isolationists ate up the idea of a physical barrier between our neighbor and close trade partner.

“Ma’am. It’s time to go.” Your campaign manager said ushering you to the stage. You nodded and waved to the crowd and thanked them graciously for their support.

The speech went off without a hitch and you walked away feeling you had the majority of the city on your side. You didn’t show it but you were chomping at the bit to go home and spend time with your family for the first time in weeks.

“Lunch?” Your campaign manager asked when you safely in the car again and driving away from the venue.

“Unless I’m meeting with someone, I’d much rather go home.” You answered kicking off your heels.

“You’re the boss, ma’am.” She said and relayed the instructions the driver. The rest of the drive she got you all caught up on the latest polls and talking points. Luthor was still ahead of you in the polls but your campaign was starting to build steam around the country. There was still a lot of work to do in the traditionally conservative states though. For now though, you had the weekend off recharge before you went on another press tour.

For most of the campaign you and Luthor were neck and neck in the polls. Your campaign manager was out of her mind trying to come up with a way to get the upperhand.

“Well what’s your social media presence like?” Tim asked her one day.

“We’ve been pushing her events and issues on Facebook and Twitter. That’s not our problem.” She argued. Tim raised a skeptical eyebrow and laughed.

“Seriously? I’m no expert here but I think the campaign could benefit from a more human media presence. Post a selfie or two on Instagram, answer questions one on one on Twitter, become a meme on Tumblr. Right now she looks like one of those lifeless robot politicians. You need to let her natural people charm shine. Just sayin’.” Tim rebutted with a shrug.

Your campaign manager didn’t respond but you noticed your social media team revamped itself and your various social media accounts became more normalized and approachable. Your numbers started to rise again but it was Dick and the rest of your boys that you had to thank for sending you into a comfortable lead.

A week or two after Tim discussed the social media issue with your campaign manager a photo was leaked on Twitter and started to trend. You came across it yourself when you were surfing the internet yourself.

It was a photo taken backstage at your latest event. No one on your team took this picture and it certainly wasn’t staged. Bruce was on his phone, talking over some business. Jason and Tim were arguing over something. Well, Jason was arguing. Tim was bent over his handheld game system ignoring him. You were sitting in the background on the couch reading notes on a speech you had been given while Damian napped across your lap. Dick was bent over facing away from the camera to pick up a pen that you had accidently dropped. It was basically a perfect representation of your family and the internet ate it up.

Dick’s butt was quickly trending on twitter. You read a ridiculous tweet that said ‘A vote for Wayne is a vote for this butt in the oval office #firstbutt’. On tumblr your family photo inspired a popular ‘draw the squad’ meme. The publicity generated from the leaked photograph shot your approval rating up in the polls. It would seem Tim was right in that seeing your ridiculous but lovable family in their natural habitat humanized you.

“Did you see it?” Dick came into the room with a giant grin on his face.

“Hmmm. Yes. ‘#Firstbutt’ is trending on twitter.” You commented casually, continuing on the paperwork you were.

“Sally says you’re up in the polls for women between 18 and 35.” He grinned with pride, plopping himself down beside you on the couch. You rolled your eyes and gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not touching that comment with a ten foot pole.” You said. Secretly you were a little bit proud of your family and all the positivity that drummed up around the country. No one could claim that you didn’t care for your family, or so you thought.

When you started to have a comfortable lead in the polls, Luthor’s supporters started showing up to your speeches in protest. With their new presence your body guards stopped letting you stop to talk to people like the Muslim mother you had met or a polite group of feminists that had serious questions about your various policies.

“A woman’s place is in the kitchen not running the country.” One red faced balding man shouted at you. He got various looks of disgust from the people surrounding him. You kept your head held up high and continued walking to your destination.

“Terrorist whore!” Another shouted waving a sign that said ‘send your husband’s bastard back where he came from’. Your heart clenched at the sight and your vision went red. Your step hesitated and you wanted nothing more than to break away from your guards and deck this disgusting creature. That was your son. Criticize you, call you slurs, sure. You had a thick skin and could take it but you weren’t about to let anyone attack your family. In your rage you were about to approach the man but Sally, your campaign manager, rooted her hand on your shoulder and stopped you from doing anything that might look bad.

“People are watching ma’am.” She reminded you.

“I want him out of here.” You hissed. “The other protesters can stay, I don’t fucking care. But I will not stand by and let them drag my child through the mud. My family, especially my children, are off limits. Do I make myself clear?” You snarled. Sally nodded and did not attempt to argue with you about how you would get heat from the opposition for kicking out a protester. You made it clear that this one instance was non negotiable. You would take the heat later if you had to.

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll take care of it immediately.” She responded dutifully. She scurried off to pass on the message to the security guards on hand who would take care of the situation. You took a few calming breaths before stepping onto the stage like nothing had ever happened.

After all these months of campaigning, you had gotten used to remaining composed under pressure.

You didn’t have a lot of contact with Luthor until the televised national debates. It had come down to just you and him. That was choice that America had to choose from. You or him.

You hoped to god that after all this work they would choose you.

“Ah, Mrs. Wayne it’s good see you again. How are the kids?” He asked with a cold sneer. It was just you and him meeting before the first debate but you didn’t trust that no one wasn’t listening.

“They’re fine.” You answered curtly.

“Aw, why so cold [Y/N]?” He asked, taunting you by using your informal first name. You wanted to slap him across his grinning face. “Surely there’s something you’d like to say to me?” He prompted with a sickeningly sweet lilt to his voice.

“Oh I have many things I would like to say to you, Luthor.” You said, your voice lowering dangerously. “But I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

“Politics aside, we both want what’s best for the country.” He said, playing up a look of innocence. You didn’t buy what that grinning snake was trying to feed you. Some people might eat up all of his bullshit but you saw right through it. “I’m going to make America great again, after all.” He grinned trying to provoke you. Your eyes narrowed to an intense glare that would combust most men into flames.

You wanted to scream at him, call him out on his bullshit, expose him for the lying poisonous snake he was but you restrained yourself. Tonight was about staying composed under pressure, showing the country that you were presidential in poise and speech. You weren’t going to let him get under your skin like this.

He chuckled once and frowned when he didn’t elicit the response he was hoping for.

“May the best man win.” He said holding out his hand. You didn’t take it.

“Woman.” You corrected before turning on your heel and walking gracefully away from him to take your place off stage for the debate to begin.

As you participated in the series of debates your support only seemed to grow. While some remained vigilant in their support for Luthor’s poisonous rhetoric refusing to acknowledge any opinions other than their own based on their own bias’ and prejudices, many saw your poise and composure during the debates and saw a woman that they wanted to represent them on the international stage.

You knew you couldn’t get everyone on your side, and a lot of your proposed policies were more liberal than some would be comfortable with, you were confident going into the election night. Your family was with you in the campaign’s headquarters in Gotham and you were prepared for whatever might come out of this night.

One way or another, the people’s voice would be heard.

“What do we do if you don’t win, Mom.?” Damian asked, looking up at you.

“I-I don’t know.” You answered honestly. You didn’t want to think of what would happen if, god forbid, Luthor won.  

“If she doesn’t win this country is full of idiots and this country is fucked anyway.” Jason said crossing his arms over his chest.

“We need to respect the public’s opinion, Jason.” You reminded him gently, but on the inside you were dying. What if all your hard work, all the care and passion you put into this campaign was all for naught?

“Fuck them.” He shrugged. You gave him a look of motherly disapproval before Sally rushed into the room telling you to turn on the TV. You took the remote off the table and turned on the television to one of the news outlets. You felt Bruce slip beside you and intertwine his fingers with yours.

“With ninety eight percent of the precincts reporting, [Y/N] Wayne is the projected winner of this hard fought campaign. Wayne will be making history as America’s very first fem-” You watched wide eyed at the TV coverage. This was happening. This was actually fucking happening. You won. You did hear the rest of what the reporter was saying because you were enveloped in hugs from all sides by your family. Your election team and supporters erupted in celebratory cheers but you were focused on your family.

“Congrats Madam President.” Bruce whispered, lifting your chin and pressing a soft kiss to you lips.

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[themindfulword]

PSYCHOLOGICAL & SPIRITUAL THERAPY: Post-election imperative to become vessels of peace and communication

In our new weekly Psychological & Spiritual Therapy column, therapist Jack Surguy is offering professional advice to The Mindful Word readers for all those questions and problems you have wanted to discuss with someone qualified and caring. If you would like Jack to assist you in any areas of your life and relationships, fill out this form. He will respond to your questions through this column, normally published every Tuesday.   On November 30, I received the following question, and I thought I'd like to add to this and provide more information, since we just witnessed further acts of violence and mass arrests in the United States. The question was from Delphine in NZ and the response titled, “Fearlessness will aid you when dialoguing with others being driven by fear”:  

QUESTION

How do I navigate in the craziness that's going on around the world since the U.S. election? I watch the social media and have friends on both “sides,” I have friends who are being hurt—or perceive the smallest possibility of being hurt—and no matter what I say (I refuse to take sides) I'm attacked. I watch how they treat their friends, and if anyone tries to show the slightest bit of understanding for the opposite view, there's a mini-war declared. It's ridiculous. If I remain neutral, I'm told I'm clueless and attacked for that. If I try to show understanding to both sides, I'm called a traitor to one or the other. I tell them to be calm and try to put themselves in each other’s shoes; I'm told I don’t know what I'm talking about. There's so much fear going on right now, I can see absolutely no solution. I find myself withdrawing more and more. I'm struggling to come to terms with the energy that the constant fear and loathing—yes, loathing—and intolerance is causing around the world. It feels to me as if it's in the air I breathe. I suppose it is. I do meditate, I'm a naturally positive person. Nothing usually gets me down, but what's going on in the world now is making me withdraw more and more from contact with others. It feels as if anything that even looks like happiness or joy isn't acceptable anymore. And I wonder if it ever will be? What do I do?  

ADDITIONAL RESPONSE

It appears that race relations have unfortunately declined within the U.S. over the last few years. This is very disheartening, especially in light of the fact the U.S. had twice elected Barack Obama as President of the United States. I can still recall the speech that former President Obama delivered during the 2008 election. His words on race and racism inspired me and gave me great hope that perhaps, under this person's leadership, the racial divide could finally be truly addressed. The following are excerpts from that speech: "This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this presidential campaign—to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for president at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together, unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction—toward a better future for our children and our grandchildren." "But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America—to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality." "Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this point. As William Faulkner once wrote, "The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past." We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist between the African-American community and the larger American community today can be traced directly to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow." "Even for those blacks who did make it, questions of race and racism continue to define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of Reverend Wright's generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or the beauty shop or around the kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician's own failings." "That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity within the African-American community in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful. And to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races." SIMILAR ANGER WITHIN THE WHITE COMMUNITY A similar anger as mentioned above exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don't feel that they've been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience—as far as they're concerned, no one handed them anything. They built it from scratch. They've worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pensions dumped after a lifetime of labour. They're anxious about their futures, and they feel their dreams slipping away. In an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity has come to be seen as a zero-sum game, in which "your" dreams come at "my" expense. So when these people are told to bus their children to a school across town, when they hear an African-American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed, or when they're told that their fears about crime in urban neighbourhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time. Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren't always expressed in polite company. But they've helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers on unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or even reverse racism. WE'RE FURTHER AWAY FROM THE IDEAL THAN IN 2008 During this past election year, accusations of racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia, and Islamophobia were hurled as political hand grenades on an almost daily basis. References to Hitler and Nazis became more and more frequent. This past election wasn't an election focused on policies; it was one focused on identity politics and group divisions. If people supported one candidate over another they were accused of not being American, of being ignorant or uneducated, or worse, of being morally defective. What many found very insulting was that even after electing Barack Obama for two consecutive terms, the nation was called racist and it was alleged that white supremacists and sexist individuals had come out to vote because of their hatred. Those statements just don't reflect reality and only cause further division and animosity within our communities. MTV even put out a video telling "white guys" what they needed to do better in the coming year. "White guys" were also told that just because they have minority friends, that doesn't mean they're not racist. This ad basically declared that white males, who make up roughly 36 percent of the nation's population, or around 223 million individuals, are racists and need to "do better." Again, this type of politics and rhetoric isn't going to bring any healing or reconciliation. In fact, according to a controversial psychologist and professor at the University of Toronto, Jordan Peterson, things are probably going to get worse before they get better. I truly hope this isn't the case. However, you could make the case that our government and media are pushing the nation towards a civil war of races. Paul Schrader, an American screenwriter, film director, and film critic who wrote or co-wrote the films Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, The Last Temptation of Christ, and Bringing Out the Dead said the following words: I have spent the last five days meditating on Trump's election. Upon consideration, I believe this is a call to violence. I felt the call to violence in the '60s and I feel it now again. This attack on liberty and tolerance will not be solved by appeasement. Obama tried that for eight years. We should finance those who support violence resistance. We should be willing to take arms. Like Old John Brown, I am willing to battle with my children. Alt-right nut jobs swagger violence. It's time to actualize that violence. Like my Civil War Michigan predecessors, I choose to stand with the black, the brown and the oppressed. A protester stated on CNN, "If we don't fight, who is going to fight for us? People had to die for your freedom where we're at today. We can't just do rallies, we have to fight back." Said Lily, the same Latina woman from Los Angeles, "There will be casualties on both sides. There will be, because people have to die to make a change in this world." Jesse Benn, a journalist for the Huffington Post, wrote an article in June of 2016 entitled, "Sorry Liberals, a Violent Response to Trump Is as Logical as Any." In this article the author stated, Violent resistance matters. Riots can lead to major change.... And when those who hold that privilege dismiss the potential validity or logic of violent resistance, it's effectively an effort to dictate the rules under which oppressed peoples respond to existential threats, and to silence forms of resistance disagreeable to privileged sensibilities. Even more disturbing was the undercover video of Scott Foval, the National Field Director of Americans United for Change, when he described the practice known as "bird-dogging." This is, essentially, when one party sends people into the opponent's rally with the intention of inciting violence to discredit the opposition. Except for one instance above, these quotes come from people considered among the social elite, or in positions of power and prestige. The goal here, however, isn't to say that one group is innocent and the other is the offender. The goal here is to point out that people who are known, are respected, and have a voice in the media are calling for violence against fellow Americans—this should cause us all great concern. A HEALTHY AMOUNT OF SKEPTICISM But what are we ordinary citizens supposed to do? More specifically, what are we, as practitioners of mindfulness, to do to help correct the course this nation is heading onto? Mindfulness is about being in touch with the present moment, here and now, and isn't about escaping reality. Mindfulness isn't about sitting on a pillow and experiencing bliss and feelings of peace. Mindfulness is about seeing and experiencing reality as it is, and doing our best to limit the obscuration within us that distorts and twists reality. While I support standing against tyranny and oppression, all I can see at this time is that all this rhetoric is turning Americans, including those who I know are good people, into enemies. We're not clearly seeing each other. Instead, I believe that often, we're projecting our own fear and hatred onto the "others." This isn't to say that awful, despicable things don't occur, but I don't believe these events represent the majority of Americans. The Founding Fathers of America were rather intelligent men. One piece of wisdom I take from them is to have a healthy amount of skepticism when it comes to believing everything reported to me by the government and by the media as well. Thomas Jefferson stated in a letter to Joseph C. Cabell, The way to have good and safe government is not to trust it all to one, but to divide it among the many.... What has destroyed liberty and the rights of man in every government which has ever existed under the sun? The generalizing and concentrating all cares and power into one body, no matter whether of the autocrats of Russia or France, or of the aristocrats of a Venetian senate. VESSELS OF PEACE AND COMMUNICATION In other words, it doesn't matter who's in charge, the Republicans or the Democrats; a person should always question what's being reported as truth. If I maintain some skepticism in the back of my mind, then I'm unable to fully convince myself that those on the other side are enemies worthy of violence. Through mindfulness, we can become vessels of peace and communication. Understand that this mindfulness practice may not entail you specifically dealing with issues of intolerance or anger within yourself, but will perhaps influence how you'll respond if others project their own anger and intolerance onto you. We're standing at a crossroads today in America. We need those who are well-grounded in the present moment, who are able to see reality quite clearly, and who can refrain from projecting their feelings onto others to lead us into the future—mindfully into the future. Read more about American politics in U.S. ELECTION: Bringing awareness into our political winter of disconnect» Jack Surguy has an MA in both Theological Studies and Counseling Psychology, and is currently completing his doctorate in Clinical Psychology. He has spent years studying and practicing mindfulness meditation and finding ways to effectively implement the teachings and practices into his therapeutic intervention philosophy. His main area of practice focuses on the effects of trauma and childhood maltreatment on overall psychological/emotional and spiritual functioning. He currently works in a facility that specializes in treating traumatized adolescents and families. image via Pixabay Click to Post

[robinreyrshaw]

Liberals This Is Very Simple — You Lost Because Hillary Clinton Is Objectively Terrible

Ding dong the witch is dead.

I woke up humming that little ditty for some reason. Leftists, on the other hand, appear to have gotten no sleep at all. They’ve been wide awake since last night rending their garments and screaming that Literally Hitler was just elected. He’s not a legitimate president, they say. Racism and sexism and Islamophobia have won! The planet is doomed! This is a national day of mourning! Woe is me! It’s the new 9-11! The streets are flooding with the tears of pop stars! Quick, Stockpile birth control before he comes and steals it! The walls are closing in! It’s getting so dark! Dear God, what is happening? Why me, why me? The end is nigh! I’m so cold, so alone, so scared! Everyone panic!

I’m a Christian man so I should not find the pain and suffering of my fellow citizens so delightful, but I admit that I cannot help myself. God forgive me. Perhaps if they’d run someone halfway decent and at least partially law-abiding against Donald Trump, I’d have a bit more sympathy. But they didn’t. They nominated Hillary Clinton, the worst presidential candidate in the history of the United States. And so they lost. And, I must admit, I find it immensely satisfying. Even more satisfying when I remember that some of the most irritating celebrities in Hollywood have pledged to flee to Canada if Trump wins. Well, Amy Schumer, time to start packing. I hear Saskatchewan is lovely in the winter (don’t forget to bring a coat).

But rather than sit here and gloat over the end of the Clinton Dynasty (assuming the Democrats don’t give Chelsea a try in 2020 — and I certainly wouldn’t put it past them), I’d like to be more productive. Leftists, I’m going to try and help you sort through things and make sense of what just occurred. You feel quite sure that Trump’s election was the result of sexism, racism, ethnocentrism, and all of the other -isms, along with Islamophobia, homophobia, xenophobia, arachnophobia, and all of the other phobias, but as comfortable as that delusion might be, it will only make your situation worse if you indulge it.

Your loss, in fact, had nothing to do with -isms and phobias and everything to do with the following three factors:

1. You nominated a corrupt, deceitful, detestable crook who was the subject of at least two active FBI investigations. 

This, it turns out, was not the most effective strategy. It seems that the American people are rather hesitant to elect a woman who both looks and acts like the shadowy dictator in every dystopian young adult novel ever written. When given a choice between a character from reality TV or the villain from the Hunger Games, the American people chose the former. Rather than lecture them over it, perhaps you should look deep within your hearts and figure out why you put the fate of your party in the hands of President Snow.

You should have risen up and purged the Clinton disease from your system years ago, leftists. You can say that Republican voters have really rolled the dice on one Hell of a wildcard here, but at least they’ve demonstrated, yet again, that they have very little tolerance for leaders who fail them. That’s why you always hear about the “infighting” and various “civil wars” happening within the GOP, and why you will continue to hear about them, because we on the right do not play Follow The Leader very well. We are very skeptical of our political representatives — and I will be encouraging conservatives to remain vigilant and skeptical — and, yes, that skepticism creates tension and a bit of chaos, but at least we don’t end up with an actual crime family hijacking our movement for 30 years.

Hillary Clinton is truly terrible. You couldn’t see it because your tribal mentality tells you that any criticism of your leaders must be the result of bigotry towards whatever demographic they belong to. But it had nothing to do with her demographics. Nothing to do with her chromosomes or her genitalia. Stop being ridiculous, leftists. Do you really think conservatives hate women? Half of us are women, you fools.

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