What a bunch of pathetic broken people

This has never been about Trump. He’s just the lightning rod that draws out 
these pathetic broken people who have for years stewed in seething hatred.

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Maybe it’s because I just read Kurt Schlichter’s excellent new book The 21 Biggest Lies About Donald Trump (and you!).  But now when I see a bunch of pathetic broken people tweet out their venomous lies, I don’t even get angry anymore.

If anything, I shake my head in pity.

These people are broken beyond repair.

Hatred is a cancer; it devours you from the inside out leaving nothing but a hollow shell of what used to be a functioning human being.

Take, for example, Atlantic writer Jamele Hill.

To tell you the truth, I have no idea why this woman is even moderately well-known.  Aside from spitting out virulent bigotry from time-to-time, she doesn’t appear to contribute anything constructive to society.  And if it wasn’t for Trump Derangement and the Resistance, I doubt anyone would even know her name.

This woman is broken, absolutely broken.

So broken, in fact, that Jamele inadvertently called her own mother a racist.

She should have left herself some wiggle room.

Hate is a rancid, ugly thing.  And Jamele Hill is marinating in it.  Like a spring breaker slipping into a bubbling jacuzzi, Jamele willingly slid down into that fetid stew all the way up to her chin.

But she’s not alone in there. Not by a long shot.

There is the loathsome man who joined Don Lemon and Rick Wilson in mocking Trump supporters back in January.  He is a contributing editor to the New York Times.

Or this from the bigoted Karen Attiah of the Washington Post:

This has never been about Donald Trump – ever.  He is just the lightning rod that draws out these pathetic broken people who have for years stewed silently in their seething hatred.

They always felt this way. Only now, they feel free to openly shout their hatred for the world to hear.

What a bunch of pathetic broken people.

I just cannot imagine being this steeped in bigotry and hatred.  What a horrible way to live.

I said last week, “Love Trumps Hate” was so 2016. There was no way they could possibly keep up that ruse.

In fact, before 2016 was even over, the “Love Trumps Hate” ruse fell apart like a cheap sweater in the spin cycle.

All they have is hate.  They cling to it like a security blanket as they hurl invectives and spit out more bile – all the while reassuring themselves that they are the good and decent ones.

But they’re neither good nor decent.  They’re pathetic broken people – consumed by blind hatred and lost in a misery of their own making.

And, as the old saying goes, “misery loves company.”

That, not “Love Trumps Hate” is their true clarion call.

It’s why they take to the pages of newspapers, the cable news airwaves and social media to bleed their misery and bile all over us.

It is truly deranged.

This cancer has left them soulless, bitter and lost.  And in the end, the cancer will devour them whole.