Everyone has at least a couple of friends or family members like this. They go into rants about Donald Trump and throw anything they can against the wall—usually without evidence—and then elevate themselves to some kind of higher moral ground from which they look down on you as a war criminal or someone who uses grape jam instead of raspberry preserves or something worse. Then comes the usual line about how disappointed they are, or how you are the only one in their circle who voted for Trump. “How could you?” Then they get in their BMW 9000 and drive off in a huff.
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