There’s never been a movement where it’s actually based in love
Of course, he’s not aware of this other, more obscure movement.
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I don’t believe he loves everyone in that room.
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Ick!
Here’s a chaser:
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Perfect chaser.
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I would totally believe it’s the first time he ever felt popular and loved, so might think that it’s the first time anyone has ever been loved. Narcissists gonna narcissist.
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“We are the party of love. Specifically, we’re in love with power, we’d love to be in power forever, and we’d love for everyone we disagree with to be locked up. Love, love, love … it’s just love all the way down, folks.”
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Grift is love.
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I find it impossible to believe that Trump ever said, “I love you” to his kids (or anyone else) in any context.
This is Eric, though. There’s really no reason he would have any feelings for anyone in the room - he’s only there to try to win the approval of his father, he obviously doesn’t care about politics or people involved in it. So even this “love” is something he’s faking.
The modern parties crystalized out of their stances on civil rights in the '60s, after which the Republican party has very much had out-groups that they hated - Blacks (and other people of color), “socialists,” non-cis-hets, non-Christians… they’ve not been shy about it, particularly, even if it was considered rude to admit it was hate in some of those cases.
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“And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
– 1 Corinthians 13
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“There’s never been a movement where it’s actually based in love“
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Yeah, but those guys were Communists and it’s not like they were the true followers of Christ. /s
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It’s Faith, Hop and Charity. And the greatest of these is Hop.
According to the Seventh Day Advent Hoppists, anyway.
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Excellent side-eye Jesus.
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Some guy was in a Topps recently, spreading GOP love.
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Does that make the Nazi Party the “party of PLUR” then?
There’s something about the combo of his dead face, squeaky voice, and complete shit coming out of his mouth that gives me bad flashbacks to my early teens. Hanging out in the mid 90’s drinking Boone’s Farm and smoking cloves in a trailer park on the outskirts of town while getting in heated discussions about any edgy book we could get from the library.
He needs more eyeliner and black fishnets as an undershirt though (hairdo is almost greasy enough). Oh, and for full effect he should be blaring Marilyn Manson uncomfortably loud on a boombox…ugh…
Eh, I bet you are wrong. There are kapos everywhere, vehemently insisting that they won’t get their faces eaten.
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