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My Terrible Case of Trump Derangement Syndrome
Yes, in fact, I am losing my mind over what’s happening to my country.
They say the first step in recovery is admitting that you have a problem.
So here I am, ready to publicly admit that I am suffering from a profound case of Trump Derangement Syndrome.
The Syndrome is marked by its victims' inability to tolerate even a millisecond of Donald Trump’s voice. In my own case, as soon as an image of the bloated orange menace appears on my screen, my palms begin to sweat, my heart thuds erratically and I become nauseous.
I have been laughed at by Trumpy Trolls on social media. They’ve claimed that even if Donald Trump managed to cure cancer, I’d still hate him.
They are right.
Let me explain.
I’m a pretty simple person. I believe that everyone should try to live by the Golden Rule. You know, do unto others. I believe that kindness is the key attribute to look for in others and in ourselves.
I believe that mean people suck.
So when I saw Donald Trump publicly mocking a physically disabled reporter, I felt sick. When I heard him threaten to punch a protestor in the face at one of his rallies, I knew I could never stand to be in a room with him.
