Yeah, if a platoon came by my house flying the Maple Leaf, I'd breathe a "Oh, thank god. God save the Queen."

I have some close friends whose parents are ardent Trump supporters.

So I've spent the last half hour imagining punching septugenarians in the face, and ripping out their oxygen cannulas. Die you horrible old racist fucks.

My enemy lives under my flag.

Canada needs to sack the White House again.

It's unexpectedly hitting one of my triggers (which I mean in the clinical sense, not "oh, that makes me sad"), so I'm admittedly not rational about it. But then I also think there is no possible rational reaction to kids in cages.

I have some close friends whose parents are ardent Trump supporters.

Tim's dad has found himself a girlfriend at his assisted living facility, which would otherwise be fucking adorable, because she is a sharp-tongued, extremely intelligent, suffers-no-fools lady from Boston. But she seems to be the only Republican from Boston I've ever met, because I had to sit at dinner one night and listen to Jack and Millie talk about how much they love Trump. (One of the other ladies at the table, Edith, who had also seemed like she might be sweet on Jack, started rolling her eyes at the Trump talk and looked like she was going to stab him with a fork, so *that* romance never got off the ground. Edith is now my BFF there.)

It feels like Fox News has ruined a good chunk of a whole generation.

I just get ideological whiplash with it all. One minute Republicans are all "family values, think of the children" and the next they're "kids in cages is a perfectly reasonable response to people fleeing persecution." (They use to have reservations about Russia, too, but that's another issue.) I guess children only count with Republicans if they're white.

I can't even comprehend it. We seriously have to protest this? This is a thing we've come to?

Ugh, I'm feeling so stabby and angry.

And I've purposefully chosen to live as far from Republicans as possible so it's almost impossible to go outside my front door and step on their bunions.

And I've purposefully chosen to live as far from Republicans as possible so it's almost impossible to go outside my front door and step on their bunions.

I'm so glad I live in this neighborhood. Although there's one business, down where there are some warehouses and trucking companies, that had a Trump/Pence sign up during the campaign. It looked out of place in the sea of Sanders signs (followed by Clinton signs in the the general election), but there's always one weird Republican in this neighborhood. Except -- it's 2018 now, and that motherfucker STILL has the Trump/Pence displayed in the front window. I want to bust that window every time I drive by there.