Dear Donnie Dipshit,
You reposted racist filth because racism is the only thing that still crawls out of you reliably. You didn’t stumble. You didn’t miss anything. You chose to shove dehumanization into the presidency and dare the country to blink. And here’s the part you apparently miscalculated, you bloated sack of malignant ego:
We’re not fucking tolerating it.
You are not testing boundaries. You are pissing on them because you’ve never understood consequences unless they land directly on your own soft, pampered hide. You reached for monkey imagery because you are spiritually primitive, intellectually vacant, and morally dead. This is not politics. This is rot acting out.
You are a man who has never built anything except resentment. Every sentence you touch turns into shit. Every institution you lean on buckles. Every space you enter gets louder, stupider, and meaner, because you don’t elevate. You degrade. You are degradation in human form.
Let’s be crystal fucking clear:
This wasn’t about humor.
This wasn’t about provocation.
This was about permission.
Permission for racists to crawl out from under their rocks and feel validated. Permission for cruelty to put on a suit and call itself leadership. Permission for the worst people alive to say, “See? The president thinks it’s funny too.”
You are not a strongman. You are a weak, terrified man who punches down because punching up would require courage and competence and a spine that isn’t made of wet cardboard. You dehumanize because you are hollow. You smear because you are small. You post because silence would expose how little there is inside you.
Barack and Michelle Obama are not your obsession because they wronged you. They are your obsession because they outclass you in every measurable way, and you’ve spent your entire life unable to cope with that reality without throwing a tantrum soaked in racism and grievance.
And spare us the bullshit defenses. Spare us the “people are too sensitive” garbage. Spare us the bad-faith shrugs from cowards who think comfort is more important than confronting evil when it shows its teeth.
This is presidentially endorsed racism.
Full stop.
No euphemisms.
No soft language.
No fucking grace.
You are not misunderstood.
You are understood perfectly.
And here’s what you don’t get to decide anymore: whether this gets treated like background noise. Whether people look away. Whether the line keeps moving because you keep shoving it.
It stops here.
Not with violence.
Not with hysteria.
But with refusal. With naming. With saying out loud that this is unacceptable, disqualifying, and beneath the office you defiled.
You are not inevitable. You are temporary.
You are not dominant. You are desperate.
You are not powerful. You are a fucking embarrassment with a platform.
And we are not going to start pretending otherwise.
Fuck you for thinking we would swallow this.
Fuck you for thinking you could normalize it.
Fuck you for thinking we would shut up.
We won’t.
— People who still have a spine and intend to use it
This post has been syndicated from CLOSER TO THE EDGE, where it was published under this address.