Sigh.
It’s “appropriate” that we’re celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. Day on the anniversary of the inauguration of a racist shitheel?
Ah, no.
Try again.
No, actually, don’t. This is depressing enough as it is.
When I think of Martin Luther King Jr., I think of “I Have a Dream.” When I think of Donald John Trump, I think “I am a Creamsicle.”
Big difference.
Also, Barack Obama lowered black unemployment from 16.8 percent (after he pulled the economy out of the crater George W. Bush had left it in) to 7.5 percent when he left office. That’s a difference of 9.3 percent. During Trump’s first three years in office, it dropped an additional 2 percent. And, of course, he’s not done wrecking things yet.
So, no, Donald Trump is not a hero to African-Americans. Martin Luther King Jr. freed people; Donald Trump puts children in cages.
Do we really have to explain the difference?
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