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Fucking With Trump’s Followers

what-it-takes-you-don't-have-loserAs usual, I have to share My sex-pert wis-domme with you losers…

If you want to know just who makes up the Donald Trump fan base, let Me explain it to you.

Trump’s fan base consists primarily of angry &/or fearful white men. (Oh, and their wives, daughters, and other “little women”, who stare up, wide-eyed at “Daddy,” looking for approval for sharing their man’s opinion. But I don’t worry about those silly women; I don’t take their money. …Well, not directly, that is. Heh Heh Heh)

These angry &/or fearful white men are those who have for most of their lives controlled all the power in this country (and beyond) — and that means pussy. With the shrinking of all classes but the 1%-ers, these guys no longer can get the money, let alone the pussy.

Even the pasty white dudes who have never had such power, have been fed the privilege bullshit and feel entitled to power — and to all the pussy that power brings.

Even those who feel guilt over their white privilege and wish to give Women their money, can’t do so because they are broke. And We goddesses aren’t accepting that situation. We are not lowering our standards; We are not lowering our Tribute levels.

And the 1%-ers? Well, they see the writing is on the wall, My friends.

Donald-Trump-Must-Be-A-Pretty-Picture-You-Dropping-To-Your-KneesEven the “man” who gets away with saying that women would look better on their knees is unable to stop strong women and the re-balance of equity and power in this country. And while even the most idiotic of Trump’s followers know this, they have to believe that Trump will be like Santa and bring them a sack of 1950s white America, and all the money and pussy that supposedly came to white men at that time.

Even though Trump can’t, they hang onto their beliefs like Christians at the opening of the volcano: They’d rather believe in a false afterlife (or heaven they’ll never get into) than try to share any of their wealth or power. Their whole stupid paradigm has shifted – unlike their weak, mushy, button-dicks. Ah, what useless, pitiful men.

How do I know all this?

I meet them daily.

I take their money daily — or hear their whines when they can’t hand over the cheese.

I hear their confessions — all their racist, misogynist BS.

And I laugh. Because now it is My time. I’ll have you on your knees. you’ll hand over that money — and more. Ha!

This is not to say that non-white men are much better… I have high standards. Few meet them; maybe a a dozen will exceed them. But that’s equality, baby.

Happy fucking Martin Luther King Jr. Day.