Or so they see themselves. This is no surprise.

June discovers out what Gilead did with the Boston Globe staff.

Chilling.

very specific type.

You can imagine the kind of responses they are. Name calling, no facts or false facts. They are incredibly uninformed or think others are, don't know which.

I don't bother getting into an argument or discussion with them. As I told one...it's futile to try to discuss facts and reality with a Trumper. When you supported incarcerating innocent children in cages because your leader said it was good, you became a lost soul. You are little more than a cult follower...discussions based on facts and reality are useless.

They need to be deprogrammed. I really think they are very much like cult followers. They are deluded. Conspiracy theories. End of the world. Everything Trump says is so. He makes no mistakes, commits no crimes. He sh*ts gold. He can even take innocent children, and they won't interfere. Trumpers are lost souls.

That tells us what's important to them. Omarosa? Not so much. Attacks on the free press as the "enemy of the people"? CRITICAL to fascism.

that Trumpnuts are Nazis or Klansmen.

The only single nerve some reptile Trump supporters possess.

The Appeal to Reason was a weekly, and its regular circulation amongst the proletariat was seven hundred and fifty thousand. Also, it very frequently got out special editions of from two to five millions. These great editions were paid for and distributed by the small army of voluntary workers who had marshalled around the Appeal. The first blow was aimed at these special editions, and it was a crushing one. By an arbitrary ruling of the Post Office, these editions were decided to be not the regular circulation of the paper, and for that reason were denied admission to the mails.

A week later the Post Office Department ruled that the paper was seditious, and barred it entirely from the mails. This was a fearful blow to the socialist propaganda. The Appeal was desperate. It devised a plan of reaching its subscribers through the express companies, but they declined to handle it. This was the end of the Appeal. But not quite. It prepared to go on with its book publishing. Twenty thousand copies of father's book were in the bindery, and the presses were turning off more. And then, without warning, a mob arose one night, and, under a waving American flag, singing patriotic songs, set fire to the great plant of the Appeal and totally destroyed it.