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Hate Trumps Love

We Love Trump's Hate
Duality is a tricky thing, as is unity, and if the concepts being hammered out in the dialectic are too broad or ambiguous it's hard to make a choice between the two. This is especially true of love and hate - flip sides of the same coin - which can transpose in the mind of a true believer with shocking speed and ferocity. So I always found Hitlery's slogan Love Trumps Hate (which was probably dreamed up by the idiot Robby Mook) to be a failure of imagination indicative of her entire campaign. First of all, it makes Trump the center of message and it would make a better slogan for Trump's campaign than it would for Hillary's - "trumps" being the action word. Second and more profound is the image of a convention center filled with people waving cards proclaiming their Love for Trump's Hate and realizing that they do love the hate (however they define it) because his hate is all they've got. They need his hate because his hate is what they're going to use to convince everyone in America to declare that "I'm With Her" because we're "Stronger Together" (even with her) against the hateful, hate-monger. Alternatively, these "Progressives" might actually love the hate AS THEY DEFINE IT - sexism, racism, xenophobia, homophobia - because that's how they characterize their political opposition (white, heterosexual, men from the farm). Then again, based on what we see on the news, I have to think that they really hate Trumps love which appears to be 1. America 2. money and 3. pussy in that order with family, winning, the military, work, golf and the limelight tossed in (no particular order) to the mix (oh yeah, and God).When it all all goes wrong that love turns to that hate and we're stronger divided and marching in the street. Of course, it was all a lie from the start to finish so it's hardly worth the time I've spent commenting on it, but it feels good to rub their shit right back in their face.

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