Beware the orange man.
Hatred cloaked in rationality.
Bombast masquerading as straight talk.
He does not need to sow the seeds of fear and hate and anger.
Instead he cultivates the sickly plants that already lurk in the shadowed places of the heart.
He is their sun and strength and provides them with the nourishment they need to become strong sturdy, orange tinted nightmares.
Look at his pride in the crops that he reaps; modified and mysoginistic crops rich in angst and anger and rooted deep in racism and bigotry.
“Look at me!” Cries the orange man. “I can feed you all. Take, Eat, for this is my body. Drink, for this is my blood. Then crumple up the kool-aid cup, raise your right hand and repeat after me:
“The orange man is rich.
The orange man is wise.
The orange man is powerful.
The orange man will save us.
The orange man will deliver us from the evil of tolerance, the sin of kindness and the intolerable burden of love.”
~sshaynes march 2016