For the liberal elites, it’s come to this. We’ve been reduced to this. We are all Duncan Lloyd, an assistant city solicitor in Philadelphia. Lloyd was busted by surveillance cameras videoing a buddy spraying “Fuck Trump” on the side of a newly opened Fresh Grocer…
Yes. That’s a man, wearing an ascot, holding a glass of wine, who tagged an upscale supermarket.
This is our life now, hyper-educated coastal elites. We’re not going to stock up on guns and insta-waffles. We’re not going to hop in a Prius and ethanol-roll motorists we disagree with. We’re not going to burn an American flag, because we don’t own an American flag, because what kind of jingoistic prick can find space for a freaking flag in a one-bedroom apartment?
All we can do is turn up our noses, drown ourselves in an earthy vintage, and tastefully vandalize what establishments we pass. We are a broken, beaten people. It’s just like high school. We’ve got our books and our vastly superior reservoirs of knowledge and empathy, they’ve got a viselike grip on our underpants. “F**k Trump” isn’t a protest, it’s a prayer, only we’re too smart to really believe that there’s an invisible sky judge who is listening.
Obama’s administration can deport record numbers of immigrants, jail journalists, wage an unprecedented war on whistleblowers, help overthrow the government in Honduras, bomb Libya into the Stone Age, fund the newest crop of terrorists via the proxy war in Syria, blow up Arab babies ad nauseam, and actually build the infamous wall with Mexico–all things that should titillate conservatives–but elect someone who wants to continue Obama’s work, and change his party affiliation, and you have the classic shiraz-graffiti combo that no fascist tide can break.