Bottomless Anger and Hatred? It’s just this War and that Lying son of a bitch Trump (Mayer not Marcus)

by Datechguy | February 1st, 2018

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Bottomless Anger and Hatred? It's just this War and that Lying son of a bitch Trump (Mayer not Marcus)

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Wes­ley: Things got a lit­tle out of hand. It’s just this war and that lying son of a bitch John­son and…I would never hurt you. You know that.

For­est Gump 1994

Hours before the most opti­mistic state of the union speech I’ve ever heard, Ruth Mar­cus Mayer at the Char­lotte Observer wrote about a rev­e­la­tion that struck her on the way to the Woman’s March in the form of a good Samar­i­tan and a car issue in a piece titled: My hatred of Don­ald Trump has been bot­tom­less. Then my car broke down out­side the Women’s March in DC..

This is a story of Resis­tance meet­ing real­ity. It con­tains may gems worth an old fash­ioned fisk­ing. Let’s exam­ine them in order:

I wanted to be with peo­ple who shared my anger. Because I have been so angry about Don­ald Trump this past year. I have been angry at my coun­try for elect­ing this man, angry at my neigh­bors who sup­port him, angry at the wealthy who sac­ri­ficed our coun­try and its good­ness for tax breaks, angry at the coal min­ers who believed his promises…My fury has been bot­tom­less. I drink my morn­ing cof­fee from a cup that says, “I hate to wake up when Don­ald Trump is Pres­i­dent.” My hus­band and I, while read­ing the lat­est Trump news, rou­tinely turn to each other and mut­ter, “I just hate him so much.”

Look at this Anger and Hate, hate and anger, ever sin­gle day. You would think someone’s life was more than who is in the White House but appar­ently not.

After the march, Kather­ine and I hit the road in the late after­noon, feel­ing good; we had done our part to express our out­rage. We were about 90 min­utes south of D.C. when I heard a ter­ri­ble pop­ping sound. I assumed I had blown a tire and headed toward the near­est exit. The pop­ping was fol­lowed by screech­ing – were we now dri­ving on metal? Luck­ily, there was a gas sta­tion right off the exit and I pulled in.

All the right­eous lib­eral anger doesn’t do a thing when you have a car problem

Before I could do any­thing but park my grey Prius, a man rushed over. He looked like a mechanic in his well-​worn over­alls. “I heard you com­ing down that road,” he said. Before I could say much he started sur­vey­ing the sit­u­a­tion. He didn’t so much offer to help us as get right to work.

I love this sen­tence, first we find out she is dri­ving a Prius which is appar­ently stan­dard equip­ment for an upper mid­dle class lib­eral, but notice that a man rushes over to help. Appar­ently he never got the memo that mas­culin­ity is “toxic” and that by rush­ing over to help he is rein­forc­ing old harm­ful out­dated memes on the roles of men and women.

He did all of this so quickly that I didn’t have time to grab the promi­nent RESIST sticker on the side of my car, which sud­denly felt need­lessly alien­at­ing. As this man lay on the ground under­neath my car with his mir­a­cle zip ties, I asked if he thought they would hold for four more hours of driving.

Notice the dif­fer­ence here, this man didn’t see that “resist” sticker on her car and decide “the hell with this lib­eral, let her wait for AAA” or have bot­tom­less anger toward her. Oh and pro-​tip, if you were actu­ally part of a “resis­tance” then you wouldn’t have that sticker on your car for fear of your life, let alone attend a pub­lic rally with thou­sands or even tens of thou­sands to openly protest against the government.

“Just ask any red­neck like me what you can do with zip ties – well, zip ties and duct tape. You can solve almost any car prob­lem. You’ll get home safe,” he said, turn­ing to his teenage son, who had been stand­ing nearby. “You can say that again,” his son agreed.

The whole inter­ac­tion lasted 10 min­utes, tops. But that good Samar­i­tan – I never learned his name – was a man of his word: Kather­ine and I made it home safely.

Con­trast this self-​proclaimed Red­neck, teach­ing his son by exam­ple and shar­ing the joys and value of mercy, chivalry and love of neigh­bor just hours after the woman he helped shared and cel­e­brated with her daugh­ter the joy of anger and hatred.

As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actu­ally dimin­ished my own desire to be kind. He is keep­ing me so out­raged that I hold ill will toward oth­ers on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruin­ing our nation, he is ruin­ing me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.

Look at the buck pass­ing here. Her lack of kind­ness that has in her word dimin­ished and/​or ruined isn’t HER fault it’s all because of Trump.

When my hus­band and I first moved to Char­lotte eight years ago, I liked to tell peo­ple that our neigh­bor­hood rep­re­sented the best impulses of Amer­ica. In our lit­tle two-​block craftsman-​home devel­op­ment, we had gay and straight fam­i­lies and peo­ple of every polit­i­cal per­sua­sion from lib­eral to mod­er­ate Repub­li­can to Tea Party, and we all got along. We held porch par­ties in the sum­mer time and a pro­gres­sive din­ner dur­ing Christ­mas. It wasn’t per­fect, but for the most part it worked. We put being a cohe­sive neigh­bor­hood above politics.

How about that, she admits her tea party and mod­er­ate repub­li­cans some­how didn’t use the pres­i­dency of Barack Obama, no mat­ter how much they might have dis­liked it or even hated it, as an excuse to stop being neigh­borly toward other who thought differently…

But this year, I real­ize, I have retreated from my porch.

Note the con­trast here, Obama is pres­i­dent, republican/​teaparty neigh­bors remain neigh­borly, Trump gets elected she retreats. That sug­gests if the tables were turned and it was them poten­tially stranded with a Make Amer­ica Great Again sticker on a pickup she might have thought: “Serves them right!” and hap­pily dri­ven away.

I want to come away from the march with that very sim­ple les­son, but it begs this ques­tion: How do we hold onto the fire and the out­rage that fuels our resis­tance to all of the cru­elty that Trump is unleash­ing, but also embrace the world with more love?

I wish I knew the answer.

The answer is very plan, Trump hasn’t released cru­elty or hatred or anger, you have. You have cho­sen the fires of out­rage over love, you have decided to define your­self by this anger. You’ve turned your pol­i­tics into your reli­gion and the reli­gion of lib­er­al­ism can not han­dle heretics, par­tic­u­larly when out of power.

If you have embraced bot­tom­less hatred the prob­lem isn’t Trump, it’s you, on the plus side you gained an insight thanks to the gift of your car prob­lem and the red­neck help­ing you. This means you just might still be capa­ble of look­ing at your­self in the light of truth, and rec­og­niz­ing what you’ve become is the first step in get­ting out of the trap of anger and hatred.

Don’t be this guy.

Update: For some rea­son I saw Ruth Mar­cus rather than Ruth Meyer on this piece prov­ing that while stay­ing up all night with your sick wife is a good idea, pub­lish­ing a post while doing so not so much. My very bad and apolo­gies to Ms. Mar­cus thanks to Don Surber for spot­ting that.

Update 2: fixed type on 2nd to last para­graph, Anger not Answer.


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It’s just this war and that Lying son of a bitch Johnson

Wesley: Things got a little out of hand. It’s just this war and that lying son of a bitch Johnson and…I would never hurt you. You know that.

Forest Gump 1994

Hours before the most optimistic state of the union speech I’ve ever heard, Ruth Marcus Mayer at the Charlotte Observer wrote about a revelation that struck her on the way to the Woman’s March in the form of a good Samaritan and a car issue in a piece titled: My hatred of Donald Trump has been bottomless. Then my car broke down outside the Women’s March in DC..

This is a story of Resistance meeting reality. It contains may gems worth an old fashioned fisking.  Let’s examine them in order:

I wanted to be with people who shared my anger. Because I have been so angry about Donald Trump this past year. I have been angry at my country for electing this man, angry at my neighbors who support him, angry at the wealthy who sacrificed our country and its goodness for tax breaks, angry at the coal miners who believed his promises…My fury has been bottomless. I drink my morning coffee from a cup that says, “I hate to wake up when Donald Trump is President.” My husband and I, while reading the latest Trump news, routinely turn to each other and mutter, “I just hate him so much.”

Look at this Anger and Hate, hate and anger, ever single day. You would think someone’s life was more than who is in the White House but apparently not.

After the march, Katherine and I hit the road in the late afternoon, feeling good; we had done our part to express our outrage. We were about 90 minutes south of D.C. when I heard a terrible popping sound. I assumed I had blown a tire and headed toward the nearest exit. The popping was followed by screeching – were we now driving on metal? Luckily, there was a gas station right off the exit and I pulled in.

All the righteous liberal anger doesn’t do a thing when you have a car problem

Before I could do anything but park my grey Prius, a man rushed over. He looked like a mechanic in his well-worn overalls. “I heard you coming down that road,” he said. Before I could say much he started surveying the situation. He didn’t so much offer to help us as get right to work.

I love this sentence, first we find out she is driving a Prius which is apparently standard equipment for an upper middle class liberal, but notice that a man rushes over to help. Apparently he never got the memo that masculinity is “toxic” and that by rushing over to help he is reinforcing old harmful outdated memes on the roles of men and women.

He did all of this so quickly that I didn’t have time to grab the prominent RESIST sticker on the side of my car, which suddenly felt needlessly alienating. As this man lay on the ground underneath my car with his miracle zip ties, I asked if he thought they would hold for four more hours of driving.

Notice the difference here, this man didn’t see that “resist” sticker on her car and decide “the hell with this liberal, let her wait for AAA” or have bottomless anger toward her. Oh and pro-tip, if you were actually part of a “resistance” then you wouldn’t have that sticker on your car for fear of your life, let alone attend a public rally with thousands or even tens of thousands to openly protest against the government.

“Just ask any redneck like me what you can do with zip ties – well, zip ties and duct tape. You can solve almost any car problem. You’ll get home safe,” he said, turning to his teenage son, who had been standing nearby. “You can say that again,” his son agreed.

The whole interaction lasted 10 minutes, tops. But that good Samaritan – I never learned his name – was a man of his word: Katherine and I made it home safely.

Contrast this self-proclaimed Redneck, teaching his son by example and sharing the joys and value of mercy, chivalry and love of neighbor just hours after the woman he helped shared and celebrated with her daughter the joy of anger and hatred.

As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actually diminished my own desire to be kind. He is keeping me so outraged that I hold ill will toward others on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.

Look at the buck passing here. Her lack of kindness that has in her word diminished and/or ruined isn’t HER fault it’s all because of Trump.

When my husband and I first moved to Charlotte eight years ago, I liked to tell people that our neighborhood represented the best impulses of America. In our little two-block craftsman-home development, we had gay and straight families and people of every political persuasion from liberal to moderate Republican to Tea Party, and we all got along. We held porch parties in the summer time and a progressive dinner during Christmas. It wasn’t perfect, but for the most part it worked. We put being a cohesive neighborhood above politics.

How about that, she admits her tea party and moderate republicans somehow didn’t use the presidency of Barack Obama, no matter how much they might have disliked it or even hated it, as an excuse to stop being neighborly toward other who thought differently…

But this year, I realize, I have retreated from my porch.

Note the contrast here, Obama is president, republican/teaparty neighbors remain neighborly, Trump gets elected she retreats.  That suggests if the tables were turned and it was them potentially stranded with a Make America Great Again sticker on a pickup she might have thought: “Serves them right!” and happily driven away.

I want to come away from the march with that very simple lesson, but it begs this question: How do we hold onto the fire and the outrage that fuels our resistance to all of the cruelty that Trump is unleashing, but also embrace the world with more love?

I wish I knew the answer.

The answer is very plan, Trump hasn’t released cruelty or hatred or anger, you have. You have chosen the fires of outrage over love, you have decided to define yourself by this anger.  You’ve turned your politics into your religion and the religion of liberalism can not handle heretics, particularly when out of power.

If you have embraced bottomless hatred the problem isn’t Trump, it’s you, on the plus side you gained an insight thanks to the gift of your car problem and the redneck helping you.  This means you just might still be capable of looking at yourself in the light of truth, and recognizing what you’ve become is the first step in getting out of the trap of anger and hatred.

Don’t be this guy.

Update: For some reason I saw Ruth Marcus rather than Ruth Meyer on this piece proving that while staying up all night with your sick wife is a good idea, publishing a post while doing so not so much.  My very bad and apologies to Ms. Marcus thanks to Don Surber for spotting that.

Update 2:  fixed type on 2nd to last paragraph, Anger not Answer.


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