rumitoid wrote:
Back when I was nine, one Saturday me and my friend Jimmy Forlong biked out of our very safe community and were confronted by some eleven year old kids from our school. The four of them were all bigger than us. They said they would destroy our bikes if we did not march back and forth through this big puddle. (That is how serious it seemed to get 1959.) We did it as they relentlessly ranked us sissies and cowards, laughing all the time.
On that Monday I talked to some guys in the eighth grade that were good friends with my older brother, one of the most popular kids in the school now in HS. I only said, “Convince them to apologize.” We got that by end of classes. This just meant to be illustrative.
I did not h**e. I have gotten angry, of course, but never to the point of h**e. I do not and never have h**ed anyone person, place, or thing. Do you have to pull a weed to h**e it? If you knew surely of a t*****r, why would you turn him in? Because you h**ed him or because you loved America and wanted to protect her? Having one of your children make a mistake? Do you have to h**e them?
Calling any critic of Trump a “h**er” is meant to thoroughly undermine their view. H**e is irrational, its usual substance a resentment, a previous grievance, jealousy, or wh**ever, but not fact. Or, nothing to do with the reality or evidence about Trump's egregious actions and words.
What really is h**e for this political debate? Sacrificing the well-being, image, and future of this country to score partisan appeal and support from v**ers, or just from pure narcissistic entitlement. Can you get more scandalous? Disparaging all critique commentary as h**e against Trump, essentially undermining or destroying our bicameral system,is the Right way to destroy our country.
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I agree with most of what you've said, I h**e for a different reason(s). Muzzies tried to k**l me as in dead, never coming back to see my wife on a few occasions. They shot a marine combat brother in the shoulder. Another few went home in caskets draped with f**gs that I saw. There were many more that I didn't see. That h**e burns inside and I don't think anything can stop it.