You’re not a fag or a (sand) nigger or a sheeny or a jap or any other kind of chink, or a wetback or a homeless.

And up until pretty recently, you felt free to use those exact words, and ones like them, to express what you were, are, down deep, and to prove that you were just a little better than … Them, the whole lot of Them.

Don’t gloss; don’t bullshit me. I heard you, and I get it loud and clear: You’re not a fucking inbred Trumper either, no sir, nor even an ivy-league retard anti-science anti-vaxxer like the talking heads on Fox.

Sure, we’re all just human, but you were lucky enough to be cut from finer cloth, and to not grow up in some bombed-out shithole of a country. Praise God.

I don’t know if you and your CEO still consider yourselves a part of We The People.

Against my better judgement and my own native impulses, I do.

None of the people listed above are, by default, enemies of the people.

But in the words of Walt Kelly’s Pogo, We have met the enemy, and he is a very urbane and civilized Us.

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