Okay, WHITE TRASH: I go there.

Right-wing Politics: This is Exactly Where the Bear Shit in the Buckwheat.

Step’n fetch it, Step’n-Fetch-It—you work for us!

I like my AI helper Copilot, but it will not make an image of a current politician. Let’s be honest: Donald Trump is white trash. I cringe a little, using that term, but only a little, in that it puts class, literature, and the great ideas of all civilizations into the discussion. We don’t have those now: We have a lot of white trash voters putting their guy in office because they had a slight twinge of discomfort when gay marriage got past the supreme court. Their impulses, their little impulses—white trash impulses—have compelled them to put that sneaky son of a bitch in charge of the world. Is that not out of proportion?

Why don’t you cringe when we lose our liberties? Why don’t you cringe when every day we are less American? Why don’t you cringe when that white trash pig insults everyone, and never stops. CRINGE when that white trash son of a bitch goes to a sex island run by Jeffrey Epstein. Cringe when Bill Clinton may have done the same, and when Prince Andrew clearly did the same. Don’t cringe when a man kisses a man or a woman kisses a woman: Be happy for them; that’s life; that’s beautiful. That’s not having illegal sex on a sex island, is it?

Well here it is—When I think about how life should be, I think this: I know all the places the heart goes; I know all the places the soul goes—I have been there. I believe that we can acquire the wisdom of the ages through life experiences and through literature and art. AND we can also make that absolutely perfect casserole—we can learn all the little nuances of it, how much pepper, how much salt, what stock to use—and sit around and have fun at dinner. Don’t punish people for being who they are. Don’t let your little twinges of discomfort take on larger-than-life importance by surrendering them to one of the most disgusting people to ever walk the Earth, that stupid son of a bitch, Donald Trump—I love that old joke that works as much because of its mixed-up language as for the truth it tells: “He ain’t got no class!”