Only a dead-man-walking, McCain, could save us from the thing, dripping in blood, as the pack barked and snarled at the door. They are loose now, beyond the control of their trainers, looking for their accustomed red-meat and responding unpredictably to Trump.
Trump is their man. He tries to direct them to the targets he chooses, too stupid to be afraid and too degraded and disconnected to care--consequences of privilege. He assumes his safety with a shield of ignorance and relies on the powers of resentment and hate.
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