A cult-like orgy of anger and hate.

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Someone on Facebook by the name of Joel Tooley lives in Melbourne, Florida, where the Trump rally that took place on Feb. 18 (really, a campaign rally for 2020!) was held.  Mr. Tooley is not a Trump supporter, but he wanted his daughter to see a real, live president — and he was curious about what it would be like himself. So he went.   He got more than he bargained for.

Here is his experience, which he wrote about.   The post is long, but what he describes here made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.    I always avoid using religious language in these sort of posts, because it just seems too dramatic — but there does seem to be something truly demonic about this president, his administration, and some of his most rabid supporters; he seems more like a cult leader than a newly elected president.  Most of his most ardent supporters are fundamentalist or charismatic Christians — but from everything I have seen from this president, he is anything but Christian and his values, actions, and behavior oppose anything resembling real Christianity or anything that Christ taught.  He has deceived so many millions of people with his lies.

Trump Visits Melbourne, Florida.

By Joel Tooley

What I am about to write and what you are about to read may make some people very uncomfortable, if not angry.

That is not my intention nor is it okay with me to cause anyone to stumble. That being said, what I experienced tonight was so dramatic that I cannot help but reflect on it and share what I experienced.

A few days ago, people across the United States heard the news that our newly elected President would be visiting Melbourne, Florida – our hometown. It is no surprise to many that I do not support many of the objectives and “campaignisms” of Donald Trump. I know many people who voted for him – friends, family, church people who all voted for their own reasons. The point of this experience is not to relay all of the reasons why I think he should not be the president. Those points are moot – he IS our President.

Now, I am enough of a sentimentalist that when I found out THEEEE President was coming to town, I got online quickly and reserved two tickets.

The tickets were being given away by the Trump-Pence campaign; I found it odd that the tickets indicated that this was not a government/White House event & that this was a campaign event. I have, of course, posted a joking post about that earlier. What I discovered was that by hosting this as a campaign event, Mr. Trump could determine who was and was not allowed in the venue. If he came on an official visit, they could not prohibit anyone from entering and he couldn’t sell his campaign merchandise.

So, in essence, he was only allowing his supporters in the room. Well, with a few exceptions…

I talked my 11-year-old daughter into coming with me. After all, how many times do you get to see the President of the United States in person – let alone in your hometown? I was eager for her to have this experience. It has to be a pretty cool thing, as a kid to see Air Force One, the President and the First Lady.

The event started at 5 PM; we got in line at the venue shortly after 2 PM and the line was already pretty long. There are several mini stories to be told about that experience but don’t need to be told for this post. Suffice it to say, it is always an intriguing sociological experience to be surrounded by people in line for something for which they are fanatics – whether it is for a movie premier, a live concert, the release of the latest beanie baby or Cabbage Patch kid. Fanatic people are fascinating to me.

While I am not a fan of Trump, I certainly did not want to come across as a vigilante protester while standing amongst some of his most adoring fans. I truly wanted to see if what I was going to witness in person was any different than what I had observed on TV.

The entry into the event was very impressive. I have always admired the professional posturing of the Secret Service, including those from our own local law-enforcement who were on duty serving in this capacity. These are women and men who should be highly commended for placing their lives on the line.

We entered the venue at 3 PM, two hours before the event started. As we entered, everyone was being handed pom-poms and Trump campaign signs. The hosts made sure everyone had a sign in their hand. Someone shoved one into my hand and gave pom-poms to my daughter.

I felt like a sheep in wolves clothing.

Music was playing loudly throughout the venue as it filled up with hundreds of people. I would guess there were eventually at least 3000 people in the room. It was nowhere near full, but there certainly were a lot of people there. From my view, the crowd was 99.9% white folk. I did see a row of about 10-12 supporters who were black, wearing T-shirts that said, “Trump and Republicans are not racist” – they were positioned in the seating area directly behind the podium.

We were about three rows of people from the very front and had a very good position to view the President and the platform. As people were coming in, there was a lot of excitement and a strong sense of patriotism. Approximately every 15 minutes, the music would be a little more enthusiastic and party-like. I posted my play-by-play feedback of “God bless the USA!” in an earlier post…it was almost church-like. People sang along, raising their hands and were emotionally moved by this anthem. It was intriguing to watch.  People were being ushered into a deeply religious experience…and it made me completely uncomfortable.

I love my country; I honor those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom and I respect our history and what we stand for, but what I experienced in that moment sent shivers down my spine. I felt like people were here to worship an ideology along with the man who was leading it. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t the song per se – it was this inexplicable movement that was happening in the room. It was a religious zeal.

“People were being ushered into a deeply religious experience…and it made me completely uncomfortable.”

You might liken it to the experience fans would have after their favorite team won the Super Bowl – faces painted, banners flying, confetti in the air and celebrating.

But this – this was deeper.

A couple of local politicians got up to bring greetings followed by state representative, followed by one of our Congress representatives. A soloist sang, “God bless America” and there was a strong sense of patriotism in the room. A pastor got up to pray and repeatedly prayed throughout his prayer, “Thank you for making this the greatest nation on earth…in Jesus’ name.”

Uh-uh. No. No way, josé.

Pastor, this is not the greatest nation on earth. The greatest nation on earth does not exist. Are we a great nation? Definitely. But there are many other great nations as well. Pastor, you have your eyes on a different kind of “greatness” and certainly a different kind of kingdom. Shame on you for praying those words in Jesus’ name!

Suddenly, the music changed from the pep rally theme to something that seemed more Star Wars themed. The crowd went crazy and turned towards the opening of the airplane hangar that was the venue, just as Air Force One pulled up.

What a magnificent sight! That enormous airliner is absolutely breathtaking. The crowd was going wild; signs waving in the air, people cheering, and every cell phone was positioned to take photos and video. As the First Lady and the President emerged at the top of the stairs, the air was electric! It really is a magnificent image to see in person!

As they entered the venue and walked to the platform, there was terrific celebration. I have been in the room when other Presidents were in a similar mode – it is always such a meaningful experience to be that close to them, regardless of whether or not you view them with adoration. Theeeee President of the USA!

The First Lady approached the platform and in her rich accent, began to recite the Lord’s prayer.

I can’t explain it, but I felt sick. This wasn’t a prayer beseeching the presence of Almighty God, it felt theatrical and manipulative.

People across the room were reciting it as if it were a pep squad cheer. At the close of the prayer, the room erupted in cheering. It was so uncomfortable. I observed that Mr. Trump did not recite the prayer until the very last line, “be the glory forever and ever, amen!” As he raised his hands in the air, evoking a cheer from the crowd, “USA! USA! USA!”

Just as the President begin to speak, a short grandmotherly lady in front of us asked me if I would help hold her walker – the kind that has a seat built into it. She said, “I need to climb up on it and hold something up.” Such an odd request at such an odd place at such an odd time. So, I helped her.

She held a pillowcase that had something written on the front of it, words I could not see. She climbed up onto the seat, wobbly-legged and held the sign up above her head. People in front of her turned around and started jeering and yelling at her. After holding her sign up for about 10 seconds, she climbed back down and thanked me. I asked her what her sign said – it read, “You had your chance, now resign!”

The very first words out of the President’s mouth were the words of a bully. That is not simply one person’s perspective, it is factual. He immediately began badgering and criticizing the media; like a bully inciting a crowd.

Now, do I think the media needs to be held to a high standard and be able to be held accountable? Absolutely! The media as a whole has become sadly non-journalistic and more entertainment, in my opinion.

Call it what you will, but I was completely dumbfounded as the most powerful leader in the world began his speech by badgering the media. The crowd began screaming angrily at the entire press corps that was present.

“Literally, everything that he began speaking about evoked this angry response from the crowd. Immediately following the words of prayer that Jesus taught his followers…”

He could have said something inspiring and worthy of a Tweet or Facebook post, instead he emerged as an overly powerful bully. Literally, everything that he began speaking about evoked this angry response from the crowd. Immediately following the words of prayer that Jesus taught his followers…

It was then that I heard two ladies off to my left chanting, not yelling or screaming but chanting, “T-R….U-M-P; that’s how you spell – bigotry!” They repeated the rhyme over and over.

Two ladies in front of them began seething and screaming in their face while shaking their Trump signs at them. Another couple standing behind them started screaming at them as well. One of the chanting ladies had her eight-year-old daughter on her back; the other had a severely disabled child in a wheelchair in front of her. As they continued chanting, the people around them became violently enraged. One angry man grabbed the lady’s arm – that’s when I went into action. I barged through the crowd and yelled at them to back off. My heart wasn’t racing; I just instinctively became a protector.

I didn’t actually want a Trump sign, but one of the volunteers had shoved it into my hands as I walked through the door earlier; “Make America Great Again!” That sign probably saved someone from getting hurt. I held the sign close to my chest as I positioned myself between the chanting protesters and the angry mob. My 11-year-old daughter was clinging to my arm, sobbing in fear.

The two angry, screaming ladies looked at me, both of them raised their middle finger at me in my face and repeatedly yelled, “F*#% YOU!” Repeatedly.

I calmly responded, “No thank you, I’m happily married.” Their faces and their voices were filled with demonic anger.

I have been in places and experiences before where demonic activity was palpable. The power of the Holy Spirit of God was protecting me in those moments and was once again protecting me and my daughter in this moment.

I raised my voice and calmly said, “These ladies have the right to do what they are doing and they are harming no one; this is America and they a right to express themselves in this way. They are harming no one.” A couple of other people around me stepped in and supported me in protecting them as a barrier, as well.

My daughter was shaking in fear as she clung to me. The one man behind the protesters shoved himself forward, grabbed the lady by the arm and screamed with multiple expletives, “I’m going to take you out! This is my president and nobody has the right to disrespect him and nobody has the right to keep me from hearing him!”

I wish I could have captured the expressions of that man on camera. I will never forget him.

The little girl on her mother’s back was crying, completely frightened. I leaned forward and reassured her in her ear, “Your mommy is being brave and we will not let these people hurt you. You are afraid because these are angry, awful people. We will not let them hurt you or your mommy. You are being so brave and your mommy is doing something very brave.”

That’s when another lady screamed in my face that what I was doing was un-American. I just chuckled and responded, “What I am doing is completely American – I’m standing up for people who are being bullied – it doesn’t matter if I agree with them or not. You came here to see the President, now ignore these ladies, turn around and enjoy the show.” Without explanation, they calm down and turned around to hear what Trump had to say.

The two protesters then moved towards the back and left the building. I got a couple of high-fives and “thanks for stepping up for them” from bystanders . I wanted to say, “Thanks. Where were you when the the demons were screaming and fists were getting ready to start swinging?”

Once again, the environment reminded me of some church experiences I’ve had. Bystanders.

I have no clue what Trump was saying at that point – draining the swamp, vetting refugees, and other things. Oh yeah, I heard people chanting, “Build that wall, build that wall!”

I realized then that we were not listening to someone presidential, we were listening to someone terribly powerful.

My kid was shaken – she had just seen some of the worst of humanity. We edged ourselves away from the front of the room to the opening of the hangar so we could get a clearer picture of Air Force One. I wanted to give her at least one positive presidential memory.

The crowd was much thinner at the back of the room, people were leaving by the hundreds. Outside, there were two jumbotrons set up for a potential overflow – there really wasn’t a need for them. There were maybe a couple of hundred people outside watching on the big screens.

Not too far behind that group was a large group of protesters.

Inside, Trump had rallied the group by giving a little bit of attention to the “paid protesters outside.” Now, I can’t speak for all of them, but I asked a few where they were from and why they were there – every single one of them were from different cities in Florida and could quickly articulate why they were there. They were not paid protesters – not the ones I spoke with.

I’m trying to separate how I actually feel about this man and his campaignisms. I know why people voted for him; I know why people voted against his opponent. But, at the end of the day, what I felt from his leadership in this experience was actually horrifying. There was palpable fear in the room. There was thick anger and vengeance. He was counting on it. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that it would not have taken very much for him to have called this group of people into some kind of riotous reaction.

“…what I felt from his leadership in this experience was actually horrifying. There was palpable fear in the room. There was thick anger and vengeance.”

Now, not everyone in the room was a part of the angry mob mentality – I looked around the room and saw many people who could quite easily be folks from my neighborhood, folks from my church, folks who were planning to go grab a bite to eat at Cracker Barrel afterwards. Folks who truly wanted to see America “great.” The people who support the Republican Party want to see some needed changes in the government – the people that were there for that reason, are by and large good folks. But those are not the people the President was inciting – they are not the people he was leading. He was rallying the angry, vigilant ones.

As we began to leave, I knew my daughter could not possibly care less about Air Force One or the fact that she saw the President of the United States and his wife, in the flesh. I truly had hoped that she could have had that sentimental experience.

What she WILL remember is the angry, violent man screaming demonic vitriol at a child and her mother. She will remember the two ladies screaming at her Dad, her pastor – flipping the middle finger and using the F word repeatedly.

Now, I know there are people who are convinced that I am jaded and cannot fairly give this man a fair chance. Perhaps that’s true. But please remember, especially those of you who know me well, I am a student of culture and human behavior. I am not a stubborn, close minded individual who likes to stick to the status quo. I know there are people who long for me to see the good things about this President and to talk about THOSE things. I know there are people who want me to realize that not everything he is doing is bad and that every President has their strengths and weaknesses and…

I know there are people who, when they see these words and hear my thoughts will feel badly because perhaps they can’t like me as much as they once did because they don’t agree with me. They want me to like the President that they like – they want me to see him the way they see him.

I’m sorry. I cannot. You see, the angry, F-word-spewing man is what has been depended on throughout this campaign and is the one who is still being counted on to sustain the message. I tried.

As we left the room, these words were echoing in my mind, “Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done…”

At the end of the day, I’m a citizen of a nation – I have a leader who God is very aware and who has tremendous responsibilities. I MUST and will pray for him. I’m a citizen of this world and I must continue to see beyond my own limited world view to seek ways to obediently serve Christ. But greater still, I am a citizen of a different kind of Kingdom – the Kingdom that strives for peace, mercy, kindness and a love-relationship with the King of kings.

May God have mercy on me.

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25 Responses to A cult-like orgy of anger and hate.

  1. Jim says:

    That’s interesting.

    I went to a Trump rally, not cause I’m a fan, but just to see what the fuss was all about, as a cultural phenomenon, before he got elected. I didn’t think he would get elected; I don’t think many people thought he would.

    Everyone inside, including Trump to be fair to him, was calm and rational and orderly, not even excited about anything, and the rally was pretty uneventful, except an African American man took a swing at a person wearing a KKK hood. The person wearing the hood was actually an anti-Trump protester, that was his way of saying Trump was KKK-like. The African American pro-Trump man lost it when he saw the person wearing the KKK hood, and he punched him.

    Virtually all of the protesters outside were rabidly shouting and screaming at us, and berating us (ironically carrying “No hate” signs) as we filed in. Most of their faces were purple with rage. They were out of control angry, and frankly bullies, frankly scary. My wife was in tears by the time we got inside. On the way out, it was same; a man in the protest crowd leaned over the barricade and took a swing at a 5’4″ 60 year old lady walking out in front of me, barely missing her. She was just minding her own business. That’s the most balanced account I can give of the event.

    If the above is a balanced account, and I believe it could be, but I don’t know who wrote it, the dynamics have reversed from what I witnessed.

    At any rate, it’s a shame people are so divided and are demonizing the other side so much. Although I do think the media is (generally) provably biased to the left and they really are not fair to him or to conservatives, and I think it’s totally acceptable to push back against their bias, his communication style does seem to inflame the situation way more than necessary.

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    • Jim says:

      Whoops, I think I owe you an apology Otter.

      I just reread post and realized that you said that you DO think there’s something demonic about this president, and I sort of dismissively said it’s a shame people are demonizing the other side.

      I’m guilty of skimming; I missed that you said that.

      So what I said probably came across as an obnoxious, sideways, smug dis. I didn’t mean it that way, I try to address things directly.

      I think angry mobs are somewhat demonic, I kind of got that impression from the protesters when I went to that rally, just really full of seething hatred. I’m not really getting that from Trump himself yet, but I’m willing to be convinced if I’m wrong. Wonder if you could write a post, like a dispassionate one, just laying out the actual lies that show it borders on demonic.

      Cuz without sarcasm I’m not getting that from the news sources I consume, but both sides are so biased it’s hard to know the truth.

      Maybe point me to a dispassionate article that just lays out the recent lies, I wouldn’t be terribly surprised, I’m just not aware of them at this point.

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      • luckyotter says:

        You’re not wrong, Jim. There *is* hatred coming from both sides. I haven’t been to either a Trump rally OR a protest but yeah, I do hear similar stories being told from the other side to. We are just incredibly polarized as a nation right now with each side being really, REALLY angry. The only difference, Jim, is the ruler who is leading the people at the Trump rallies. I don’t think THE PEOPLE are evil — any more than the angry people on the left. But their leader is. Or he sure seems to be. I get a very, very bad feeling about him. The Hitler comparisons are not wrong.

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        • Jim says:

          Why not?

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          • luckyotter says:

            I’m confused about your question. Why not what? Why are the Hitler comparisons not wrong? If that’s what you’re asking, it’s because everything he has done so far is very Hitleresque and very similar to the things he did to rise to power, especially his attacks on the free press and the racial hatred and profiling and hunting down of certain groups of “illegal” immigrants. It’s only a step away from rounding up Muslims and putting them in concentration camps. He’s not keeping us safe; he’s making it more likely for terrorists to attack us because he’s antagonizing other countries. But the real terrorists aren’t in the Middle East or anywhere else. The real terrorists are right here, hiding behind the flag and the cross. He’s also stirring up animosity with our allies and there’s obviously some weird collusion with Russia who tampered in the election but it’s not being investigated, as it should be. He’s probably guilty of treason but it’s all being kept under wraps. Also, anything that’s critical of Trump becomes “fake news” because he cannot tolerate any criticism. Looks how he STILL goes on and on about the crowd at his inauguration or the election numbers. The twisting of the truth to suit his own agenda, the attacks on the mainstream media, and the constant lies and gaslighting, are the most dangerous things about this president. No wonder Orwell’s “1984” is topping the bestselling books right now.

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            • Jim says:

              Yes, I was referring to the Hitler comparisons.

              I agree with a lot of what you said, and believe me he’s not my favorite, but I also disagree with a lot of what you said, for what I think are good reasons. It doesn’t seem like there’s any point in debating it though, those types of discussions don’t seem to go anywhere.

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            • luckyotter says:

              Fair enough! 🙂

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      • Jim says:

        Well actually would be really hard to show that something borders on the demonic but maybe something that just catalogs the lies.

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        • luckyotter says:

          It was hyperbole. I’m not saying he’s a devil or even possessed, but he is evil, from what I can tell. He’s not the only one, of course, but we’ve never had a leader of this country who actually fits that description. Flawed or wrong, yes — evil, no.

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  2. Reblogged this on A Blog About Healing From PTSD and commented:
    Wow. This post on Lucky Otter’s blog made my heart pound. And the first comment posted there, by Jim, affected me very strongly, too.

    I love the ending of this post:
    “At the end of the day, I’m a citizen of a nation – I have a leader who God is very aware and who has tremendous responsibilities. I MUST and will pray for him. I’m a citizen of this world and I must continue to see beyond my own limited world view to seek ways to obediently serve Christ. But greater still, I am a citizen of a different kind of Kingdom – the Kingdom that strives for peace, mercy, kindness and a love-relationship with the King of kings.”

    May God have mercy on us all!

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    • luckyotter says:

      Thanks for stopping in. I’ve missed you! I loved the ending of that post too.

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      • Thank you, I have missed you, too! Writing my memoirs — I’m writing two books — and having twice weekly neurofeedback sessions on my poor old PTSD and head trauma addled brain, is taking up all of my energies these days. Which is why I am still not following any blogs. But every once in awhile I stop by here, to see how my awesome friend Lucky Lauren is doing. ❤

        My husband told me a joke that I think you will like: A man asked his 10-year-old daughter if she knew what Presidents Day was about. She said, "Sure! It's when the president walks out of the White House, and if he sees his shadow, it's another year of bull hockey." 😀

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          • Hey Lucky, I have reluctantly deleted my reblog of this post, because my husband told me that while he was on my blog reading your post, the security program in his computer warned him that he had just gotten a virus and needed to do a scan to get rid of it. Of course, there is no way of knowing where it came from, but since the warning happened while he was reading my reblog of this post, I figured that to be safe, I should delete it.

            People who create computer viruses have to be a special kind of evil, don’t you think?

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            • luckyotter says:

              WHAT? Do you think the virus came He got a virus from this site??? I don’t think anyone else has received a virus from it but OMG that is terrible! I understand your vigilance though. I hope he can get everything worked out soon.

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            • I have never gotten any indication of a virus from your site. My husband is on his computer a lot — most of the day! — and in the past 5 or 6 years, he has had 3 computers ruined by viruses. So, the more I think about it, he probably picked up the virus or Trojan somewhere else, and did not get the warning pop up from his virus detecting application, until later, when he happened to be reading my reblog of your post. I probably didn’t need to delete it, but I did so just in case.

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            • luckyotter says:

              I understand. Whew, I’m glad it’s not my site though. I thought it could be one of those ads.

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  3. Suze says:

    very much like what I experienced from trump supporters. It frightens me to think just how many people are so full of hatred.

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    • luckyotter says:

      This really sometimes makes me wonder if these really are the end times described in Revelation. Or are we just so US-centric that we assumed nothing like this could ever happen here? It’s happened in many other countries — rulers just as or more evil who have that same kind of hypnotic effect on their followers. Of course, to be fair, I have to say there’s a lot of anger coming from the left too and some of it has become violent, which is always wrong. You can’t fight hatred with more hatred because then it’s war. But they aren’t being led by a tyrant, just their own righteous anger. They (and I) feel as if we’re in an occupied country — like the government has been hijacked by people who know only about greed and hate, and are gutting the Constitution for their own nefarious reasons and removing and attacking everything that used to make this a great country. There is no reasonableness or civility anymore, and whatever happened to checks and balances? But we got what we deserved — almost 40 years of increasing greed and selfishness made the election of someone like a Trump possible. I always wondered how a Hitler could have rose to power, and now I can see how it happened. He duped the German people at first too, who were suffering from a terrible economy and were ready to believe ANYTHING — he promised them they would be great again (sound familiar?) but hid his real agenda — until it was too late.

      Here’s how it feels coming from the left. I feel like I’m on an airplane, and have just found out it’s been hijacked by terrorists who are about to fly the plane into some tall buildings. I’m helpless to do a thing about it except beg and scream for the terrorists to land, but of course I know it will not work and we are all going to die. Maybe things won’t turn out that bad after all, but that’s how it feels sometimes, especially on my bad days. Or I feel like I’m back in my abusive marriage because this president is SO triggering to me. I’ve heard many other people who were married or in relationships with narcissists say the same thing.

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  4. Heartafire says:

    I make my home in Daytona Beach and Miami, I dined with friends in Daytona last Friday night. Around here you cannot go out without being confronted by a Trump supporter, wanting to sing his praises, find out where you stand. My friend (a Trumper) said to this passerby “you are right, you have to get up to the middle of the state of Fl. to find patriots”…in other words if you don’t support Trump you are not a patriot. I am a patriot, I also have a brain, I can spot a narcissistic dictator when I see one. I see one, he is in the White house.

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    • luckyotter says:

      Yes, he is. The one good thing about all this is now the whole country is getting a crash course in malignant narcissism and what one actually can do to a country. Gaslighting has become a mainstream word now. Everyone knows what it means now.

      The rabid Trumpsters you describe is a very good reason not to move to Florida. I wanted to move there after I visited my son on the Gulf Coast last August (I love the beach and warm weather), but I have changed my mind now because of the realities of climate change — most of Florida will be under water in about 12 years. I suggest you start making plans to leave, too. These are studies done by climatologists and actual scientists that prove this will happen. The weather has been very strange. Climate change is real and is now being denied and silenced by you know who.

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      • Heartafire says:

        Well, the prediction is 50 years. I cannot blame anyone for not wanting to buy property in Florida. As a native Miamian I really hate to see what is happening, but these right wing fanatics have their own agenda and cannot see past their nose. I can’t imagine anyone with children and grandchildren being willing to let these people stop regulating these big corp’s…how would they like to find their water is poison like they did in Flint MI. They are either stupid or in denial.

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  5. Post Grouchian Co-Tard says:

    Oh No, not Florida! I am an HSP/MN (it’s really possible) that moved to Naples with my family and whole operation in 2007 as a shared psychosis geographical cure and experienced the whole housing market collapse and 2008 election under the guise of my erudite and entitled NE false self. Which garnered a lot of NS, but I was no match for the all out psychos I met down there. What a conflict of depraved indifferences. Anyway, I had wanted to comment on a few older posts but they are shut down. I would like to share my bizarro story at some point if it is welcome. I’m as “bad” as Vaknin in my own right, but more attuned to the primitive energetic side of things; feeling that I am somehow fundamentally more anti-matter than antisocial. I have a really cool job as a niche artisan, a really awesome daughter who still likes me; and yet part of me broods away wishing to gas the whole race for the good of unspoiled nature. And yet I am no activist or self made Lorax though I seem to always feel a cartoon and always drawing upon my own “resonance tables” to know how to act. It generally comes up Fonzie or Barbarino. In contrarian intent. Still I know how to hide the evil tarpit eyes with this dum dum doofus “shocked and amazed” look like Kristen Davis. Who? Me? Like the lights are on and I’m entirely at home but I will not be met as a material entity but as a cloud of noxious gas that could take any apparition but never a form. Ya know?

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