Hate Kamikaze

Quivering mass of moral gelatin Donnie Trump can't be coming up with some of the stuff he's trying to do. Someone is there egging him on. Someone is suggesting the latest vulnerable target in his assault on decency. But who? 

Inquiring minds want to know. 

Is it Miller? Mulvaney? The Heritage horror? I'll cry for you, Puerto Rico. Trump hates you, for some reason. And shed a tear for me, while we're at it. Trump's latest attack on the ACA, my only hope for health insurance, is gratuitous. 

He had already fought that fight well enough. Conservative attack dogs had gnawed their ACA bones with satisfaction, content with the level of vindictiveness. There were still Hispanic children to harangue and Muslims to malign. 

Maybe they are going for balance, an ideologically appropriate range and array of hate. More likely, they are simply greedy on the hate front, incapable of satiety. Even Donnie can be sacrificed. It might sabotage his reelection, but there's blood in the water.

American blood. Democrat blood. They crave more. Donnie is on a suicide mission now. He's a kamikaze of hate. Donnie's a drone. Who's at the controls, I want to know. Donnie is too stupid to be pulling the strings on this thing.