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Saturday, June 20, 2020
Overheard at Booth 4: Provocateurs
By this time, the daily horrors had become so commonplace that nothing surprised the people any more.
That a person in the office of President of the United States would openly promote lies and conspiracy theories was nothing new with this person. Indeed, it was to be expected.
Had this person actually offered words of condolences, words of kindness, of compassion, now THAT would have been surprising.
It was not in Trump's nature to be kind. It was not in Trump's nature to show any decency, or tenderness. The only thing he ever offered, and the only thing the people could ever expect, was for Trump to revel in the pain of others.
Trump was the ultimate shadenfreude. It was easily imaginable that, if his enemies were hauled before him, hung upside down, and eviscerated, he would shower himself happily in their blood.
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