The Trump Derangement Syndrome mob, who make up a significant portion of The Filth (of whom I have written here copiously), have been exceptionally incontinent since Trump became president. Madonna fantasized aloud in public about burning down the White House now that Trump is in it. The California State Chair of the Democratic Party recently showed his commitment to reasoned discourse by screaming, "Fuck Donald Trump!" to thousands of Dem-ferals who responded in kind. DNC Chair Tom Perez screeched that Trump "doesn't give a shit about the people he's trying to hurt." The University of Alaska's art gallery turned heads, as it were, by depicting Trump's head severed in a painting. Not to be outdone, "comedian" Kathy Griffin replicated this TDS wet dream in a photo-shoot. Headbanging caterwauler Snoop Dogg simulated a shooting of the president in a rap video. An updated version of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar in New York features Caesar as a Trump look-alike and affords the president's crazed haters orgasm during the famed stabbing frenzy. Sundry college professors—the lowest form of The Filth—have called for Trump's execution.
Etc., etc. Now, a demented Bernie Sanders supporter (my apologies for the redundancy) has shot and critically wounded prominent Republican Congressman Steve Scalise at baseball practice during a spree in which he aimed to kill as many Republicans as possible. Only the presence and quick action of armed cops prevented much greater carnage. The shooter's Fecesbook page includes descriptions of Trump as a traitor, and the admonition, "It's time to destroy Trump and company."
No one should be surprised. This is The Filth behaving true to form. There'll be a lot more of it.
Human beings should not respond with platitudinous pieties about coming together, healing wounds and the like, such as we've been hearing even from people who should know better, like Tucker Carlson. It's time not to heal wounds but to inflict mortal ones. It's time for deep and permanent division. It's time to hate the haters. Humans must separate themselves inextricably from The Filth.
One could characterize our present conflict as a global civil war, except such a characterization erroneously presupposes both sides are human. In fact, one side has renounced the distinctively human inclination and ability to engage in conceptual thought and rational discourse. Humanity is caught up in a pitched battle against sub-humanity: entities that have abandoned their minds in favour of brute, brainless force. The Berkeley mobs, the millions of fry-quacking moronnials prowling the earth driven wholly by their basest feelings, headbanging caterwaulers and today's socialist shooter—among many other manifesters—attest incontrovertibly to this truth.
The first and minimum prerequisite for a victory for humanity is to call the sub-species what it is—"The Filth"—as a matter of course. Enough of weasel words already! The second is to treat it as such, within the bounds of reason and reasonable law: at minimum, express one's unbounded contempt for The Filth at very opportunity. One should not "come together" with it any more than one would contemplate eating feces.
On this occasion, the usually perspicacious Tucker Carlson is mistaken: our opponents are not merely wrong; they are evil. Let us loathe them accordingly.