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You: Why did you vote against Trump?

Me: Because I hate his fuckin' ass.
You: You hit the nail on the head. You and millions of others voted against him because you hated him. You didn't give a damn about his accomplishments.
Me: His accomplishments?
You: Yes, sir.
Me: I'm going to make this real simple for you. It may be too profound for the idiots Trump dared to storm the U.S. Capitol, but if you're not totally drunk on the Kool-Aid, you may be sober enough to understand. Although knowing you and the rest of your Trump fanatics, you would have hung the VP and shot the Speaker of the House, but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. What are the two most important things in your life?
You: My family and my home.
Me: That's an answer, but you aren't seeing the broader picture. I'm going to show you the forest. Bottom line: The two most important elements in your life are your health and your finances. If you don't have your health, you're fucked. If you don't have your money, you're fucked. And if you don't have both of them, you might as well be dead.
You: What does that have to do with Trump?
Me: You are a fuckin' pendejo, aren't you? Because of Trump's indifference and incompetence, we have more than 400,000 COVID deaths and millions more infected. So much for our health under his administration.
You: You may be right about the pandemic, but under Trump we had the greatest economy in the history of the United States.
Me: If you want to live in the past because Coronavirus hasn't killed you, then let's make America great again. Now that we have thrown the asshole out of office, we may succeed, but we live in the present, you maskless imbecile. Last week one million Americans applied for unemployment. We haven't suffered like this since the Great Depression and we haven't been this sick since the Spanish Flu of 1918. You want to talk about accomplishments! The man failed. We hate the motherfucker because he weakened us both physically and economically. And don't think for a second that we're going to stop hating the piece of human excrement because evil doesn't engender love. He's lucky the entire Senate didn't hate him; otherwise, he would have been convicted as he should have been.

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