So, somehow, I’m sick of Donald Trump... Astonishing, right? I’m tired of all the noise that his hate creates and the people who amplify it: the Twitter posts, the news outlets, seeing posters in support of him, and the oblivious people who don’t see what all the ruckus is about. Well, I’d gladly tell them: It’s about greed, power and hate. If something slightly humiliating happens to someone, I’m the kind of person who feels second-hand embarrassment in the depths of my soul. Therefore, in the context of Donald Trump having an inkling of an idea to start a campaign, run the campaign, gain hundreds of thousands of followers, succeed in running, and potentially become the Republican nominee; I feel second-hand embarrassment for America in more than the depths of my soul. I feel it in my skin cells, the very fiber of my being, but mostly my head (which is why Advil is the GOAT). I’m embarrassed for how trivial and simple America looks to seriously consider a man, so profound in h...
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