This is a rational thought out blog post. I doubt I could write an equivalent without getting extremely angry. I actually pity women who “support” Trump because your contribution to his campaign is not valued. YOU aren’t valued. To Trump you may as well be the doormat he wipes his shoes on. There is something seriously wrong with the likes of him that can exist in 2016 and be like he is.
Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.
Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.
We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.
We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.
We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.
We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.
Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us……
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