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Trump 2 Postscript: Just Pass Me Over
So much of America elected an unspeakable degenerate . Too much of the northwest is a sea of Blue-Anon cruelty. This Trump essay is my tribute to the people who actually tried to do some good in the last 10 years.
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Since this is a essay that has dysfunctional liberal culture as one of its subtext, let me begin by saying that I used to be one. I would like to tell you that I became a healing, evolved man in college; that I took advantage of the chances that I had and became my full self after 4 years. Nothing could be further from the truth, however. Oh, there were reasons. I had seen my grandmother, the most giving and wonderful life force along with my mother, get thrown down a flight of steps by my father. I had dissociative personality with a capital D and wanted to be anything but an 18-year-old ex street kid haunted by that, sexual abuse, and the weight of the project industrial complex. If there are reasons for everything, however, there are no such thing as excuses even for people who have fucked up upbringings. In in those four years, I flunked out of school, blew three relationships with women who are gracious enough to still be my friend now, and was struggling not to be homeless in the Winthrop housing projects because I blamed everything on “bob”.