You may have noticed that Twitter is filled with rancid sub-human trolls that hide behind ridiculous profile pictures and names meant to call out to others in their group of shitbirds. They take a platform that can be so entertaining and fun (Oscars live-tweets and celebrity interaction) and turn it into a cesspool of fear fueled by the promise of vile threats, poor spelling, and low IQs in the face of disagreement.
You hop over to Facebook hoping to see some pictures of your friends or maybe some cats, but a melting, orange-faced, racist bully is dominating your entire feed. There are those that share the negativity Frankentan spurts from every opening of his body in order to spur
discussion full-blown psychotic arguments. Others enjoy the outbursts and want to wallow in the horrible. Still others think that sharing every single vile thing that Orange Vomsicle in a futile attempt to change minds.
It’s all too much.
I agree that a certain someone should not be President of the United States. I am terrified of that human Pimento spread slithering into the Oval Office come November. I cannot possibly keep dealing with such a high level of intrusion in the places where I interact with all of you, my friends, and my family. I refuse to give them up. Instead, I beg of you to start counteracting all of the terrible. I ask you to back away from the unwinnable fights. I am pleading for positivity; a Care Bear Stare kind of thing to bitch-slap all of the hatred.
Here’s a little girl having a tea party with the police officer that saved her from choking to death:
The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge o’ 2014 wasn’t idiocy after all: