Have you noticed that when people are in a rage, angry on a deep level about things they can’t necessarily put into words and unable to calm themselves, only more rage makes sense to them?

The solid 35% of the country that loves wannanbe strongman Donald Chrump love him because he keeps fighting, no matter what. When he is proved wrong he just fights harder. When caught lying, or is criticized for echoing Hitler’s incendiary rhetoric, he angrily calls his critics liars, says they’re Hitler, with that winning sneer of his. “I know you are, but what am I?” His angry 35% love, love, love it. “You won’t be calling me Hitler when I put you in one of my camps, asshole…”

When the mountain of evidence against him in multiple criminal and civil court cases is steep and mighty he rages that it’s all a witch hunt, total lies told by hacks and peekaboo racist riggers, chiggers and diggers. His claims that the “most secure election in American history” (he fired the lying Trump appointee who lyingly made that claim) was rigged and stolen, by a cabal of Democrat [sic] radical thugs and traitorous, weak RINOs, while not provable in court, is still true! “Look how many millions of Americans believe it!” as Lyin’ Ted himself put it the day before the patriotic MAGA riot at the Capitol.

The bit that’s hard to wrap the old brain around, the bit I experienced recently in my personal life, to my great horror, is that even the most transparent and easily disprovable lies, as long as they inflame the emotions to righteous rage, can be very hard to resist, even for good people. For angry and or stupid people? A delicious slice of cake! You want to argue with a delicious slice of cake, you sick fuck? Go for it. Make my day, punk, what kind of assault weapon you bringing to the fight, pussy?