Donald Trump can kiss my white ass
Hey Donald Trump, we’ve got to talk – one white guy to another. First of all, you’re making us look bad. You’re a career criminal, a pathological liar, a racist, a man without character, and a traitor. The mere fact that I don’t get pre-judged for your behavior is proof that white male privilege is very much a real thing. And that’s part of the problem, Donald. You seem to think that all your racist antics and racist policies are supposed to impress me, because they supposedly benefit me. Guess what? I’m not unethical enough, or dumb enough, to fall for it.
I don’t want my life as a white man to be defined by the unfair advantages that are handed to me by someone like you at the expense of others. It’s wrong, I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I’m happy to sink or swim on my own merits. Only a total loser, with no redeeming qualities and no self esteem, would want to be propped up by your racist initiatives. Look, I get it: those are the losers who voted for you. But look around. Your approval rating is in the toilet. You’ve lost one fifth of your own supporters since you took office. Even your racist antics aren’t enough to keep all of those losers in the fold. This isn’t working for you.
So if you want to keep working full-time to try to hand me unfair racist advantages, I’ll continue to work full-time to oust you from office so we can reverse every one of your racist policies. You’ll lose, I’ll win. You and I may both be white guys, Donald, but unlike you, I’m a real American. So are the DREAMers. They understand the American spirit far better than you ever will. I stand with them.
Listen, Donald Trump: my ancestors came to this country back in the early 1700s, before it was a country. They were still immigrants, of course. Others had already been here for thousands of years. But my family has been here a lot longer than yours has. And I say let the immigrants stay. Of course I’m not the President of the United States. But then again, Donald, neither are you.
