Trompe, thou speakest
on matters thou knowest naught of.
You’re going to tell
me what I know and what I don’t know? It doesn’t take special insight or a personal
history of deprivation to see that this country is going down the tubes. The
government is an elite-run special interest club. Everybody knows it. I don’t
take money from these people. And everybody knows that too.
Thou dost not take
their coin, but thou dost build castles for their dwelling. Trompe towers, golf
courses and casinos offer naught to the common man.
You don’t know what
you’re talking about. It’s called employment.
Nay, exploitation.
I’ve hired and fired more people
than can fit in this building. Sure, not all of them were happy, but
many were and many went on to have good careers, and now they play on my golf courses. That’s life. The hurt feelings of one
or the other should not become some kind of barometer by which we gauge the
rightness of a situation. And we sure as hell shouldn’t base policy on them. It’s
called business. You win some, you lose some.
‘Tis a dismal existence
wrought from the metal of business alone. There is more to life than work and remuneration.
There is compassion and goodwill, of which it appears thou hast been but poorly
endowed.
You’re confusing
things. You think that because I don’t like handouts and I’m tough on immigrants
that this makes me uncompassionate. Think again. Do you think that hand-outs
ever made anyone happy? They never have. They may have made people comfortable
for a while, but no one ever feels accomplished and positive from things that
are not the fruit of his own labor.
Spake the man born
with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Says the guys
speaking to me in Elizabethan English.
You don’t learn to speak like that in East Baltimore, my friend.
My diction doth not reflect
my origins. I am of simple descent.
That’s fine, but then
may I say that you sure have done what you can to elevate yourself. And I
commend you. The fruit of your labor. You’re the kind of guy I want on my team… that is, if we can do
something about your low energy.
Commendations from
thee are neither desired nor appreciated. And membership to thy organization is
as loathsome to me as carbuncle soup.
Hey keep my family
out of it! Hehe.
Pressing on. Thy
obsession with partitions and segregation –
Excuse me, segregation,
what segregation? I took 46% of the Hispanic vote in Nevada. As for “partitions”,
not a partition, my friend, a WALL.
Should not men be
free to seek happiness far and wide, not merely in the nation whence they originate. Man is free.
Sounds good, but it’s
a load of you-know-what. By that logic the worst and most depraved should be allowed
to relocated to the most prosperous areas so that they may have a chance to be
happy. That's how you set up a race to the bottom. You don’t get excellence. You can’t bring
in a million people with completely different cultural baggage, most with very
little to no formal education, into an advanced society and imagine somehow
that this is going to go well. Bring in excellent, civilized people, you will
get excellence. Bring in scum, you get scum.
Thou reekest of
fascist-pig, Trompe! Thou wouldst see a man perish ere let him enter thy fortified
nation state.
I’ll help him succeed
in his own country.
A war ravaged country?
I’ll help bring
peace to his war ravaged country.
Trompe? A bringer of
peace? What hilarity! Buffoon and imbecile have conjoined in thee. Hast thou not seen thy wayward
carping on The Apprentice? What bizarre notions spewest thou.
Fact and fiction, friend. You guys all love mixing those up
whenever it suits you. There’s a name for your kind of folk: the Social Justice
Warrior, defender of the minority over and above all.
That is the
essence of a constitutional republic.
But not the way you guys
play it. The way you play it it’s more like selective egalitarianism. Everyone
is equal to everyone else, except the people you don’t like, which for some
strange reason happens to be your own kind – although even that can be explained
if you look at the people funding your operations, but let me not get into that.
Thou speakest deep from
the well of a turbid mind.
No, you do. In your
little SJW brain, your narrative is more important than what happens on the
ground. Let me give you an example: over in Europe, when you guys read about
hundreds of migrants in Cologne groping German women in a coordinated attack on New
Year’s eve – all confirmed in police reports – your gut told you not to go
there because it didn’t fit your egalitarian narrative with its imposed soft-spot
for all things underprivileged; and also, most importantly, because you have to avoid anything that
might make you look like a racist. Rather a disfiguring disease than appear
racist. The facts on the ground don’t matter. Listen, I don’t care what your narrative tells
you, but no one fleeing a war ravaged country, as you say, is going to
behave so god awful badly in their host country UNLESS, they are, well, scum. You see, we
are not all interchangeable and we are not all equal.
Buffoonery, racism
and xenophobia: Trompe’s policy-triptyque.
Trip- what? You
haven’t addressed the question. You’re a propagandist with a slippery
Elizabethan tongue.
Ha! Says the king
propagandist. No viler demagoguery hath soiled the American political
stage as that which thou hast excreted from thy foul mouth the past six
months.
Did I offend you?
Not politically correct enough for you? Better get used to it Elizabeth, there's more of that coming
