I think my Facebook friends list will shrink before the end of the year, if my politically-different-thinking "friends" don't stop inadvertently linking me to the Nazis.
Invocations of the Kristallnacht? Look in the mirror, morons, those aren't Trump supporters out there rioting.
Bewilderment at half of the U.S. being racist for voting for the man? Take a Xanax, folks, and consider the possibility that people voted for him, or against his main opponent, for a variety of reasons.
Yes, the list will definitely shrink, but I won't necessarily be the one doing the friend-culling. All I have to do is unashamedly state my political views, and the counter will drop.
And you know what? I don't care. If these people are unable to function in civil society and accept defeat like adults, I'm better off not having that negativity around me.
And why haven't I yet? Because while I'm OK enduring the hatred that would be directed against me, I may unavoidably draw my wife into the cesspool, and that's just not something a loving husband does.
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