Thread by @JuliusGoat

This is wild and frequently hilarious stuff, and a major embarrassment, but the life the hotel staff describes is basically life in a totalitarian regime, with praise for the Dear Leader a requirement just for basic survival.

It's the Republican vision.

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I mean just look at this shit.

And ask: what is the difference between a GOP member of Congress and a Trump hotel staffer, other than the fact that the GOP MoC has won the victory over himself, and truly loves Big Blather?

I ponder the massive popularity among Republicans for this spoiled toddler of a pig-president, demanding lavish ceaseless praise.

Then I ponder the anti-"woke" and anti-"cancel culture" streams of conservative thought, that amount to a desire to never be corrected.

Same energy.

I'm glad Trump is no longer president. And still it keeps settling on me, how we're trapped in this country with millions of people with the emotional intelligence of spoiled 3-year olds, demanding the biggest steak, the biggest shrimp—for whom other people exist only to be used.

It's not just fascism, but such puerile fascism. It's a fascism that ruins its sister's birthday cake because it didn't get a birthday cake, too—a bigger one—and doesn't get to blow out the candles; then destroys the furniture with paint when scolded. It knows only the word "me."

If you support Republicans, people correctly know things about what you are willing to tolerate or enjoy—cruelty, danger, damage, hatred—to achieve some perceived advantage.

But they also know that on some deep spiritual level, you've agreed to not behave as a functioning adult.

There are millions of people who are essentially high-functioning spoiled toddlers. They present as adults in their day-to-day but at the deeper levels there's nothing but a screaming brat.

I don't know what to do about it, but I think it's important to see it for what it is.

It's the part of us that says "we're the greatest country on earth" without thinking how a "greatest country on earth" might behave in the world.

It's not something to be proud of. It ought to be the source of a deep national shame.

It's the thing we have to change.

I think of people in my life who still support a party that would—whether out of enthusiasm or cynical strategy—join the worship of this glazed ham, this piss-gold pig-god, this fascist brat, and I don't feel primarily hate, but shame.

Republicans: we're deeply ashamed of you.

Trump is gone in a way, but in another way, he'll never be gone. He was the shit puddle, and you jumped right in it, and now you refuse to take a bath or even get out, and you insist that we call your filth cleanliness, and you smear it on the walls.

And we're ashamed of you.