Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
Then die. Try to accept your deaths graciously and we’ll make them quick. Plus, we’d bloody well hate to get your vomit of fear on our pants and boots. The stink just never quite comes out, no matter how many times you wash.
Resentful of Democrat-voting losers and bums who don’t feel like working but who expect you to toil to pay them off? Selfish!
Think that just because one of us would go to prison for, say, mishandling hundreds of classified documents, then a member of the elite should too? Sexist!
Upset that some skeevy weirdo pretending to be a girl is going to crash your daughter’s high school locker room for a bit of live entertainment? Transphobic!
Yeah, if you’re a normal American, you’re pretty much the root of all evil. You’re the worst of the worst. You suck.
Welcome to Political Three Card Monte. Whatever the issue, you lose.
But now we’ve done asking the elite for help. Now we’re telling the establishment how it’s going to be.
Do read the whole thing.