Suppose They Had a Day of Hate and Nobody Came
Maybe the real day of hate was the friends we made along the way
Q: Why don’t you ever see elephants hiding in trees?
A: Because they’re so good at it!
Sometimes the lack of evidence for a thing is simply further evidence to prove the thing’s existence. All you have to do is abandon reason and logic. Just go with what feels true.
So it is with the National Day of Hate last Saturday.
What’s that you say? You’ve never heard of the National Day of Hate? A likely story! Of course you’ve heard of the National Day of Hate. Everybody has. And even if you haven’t — er, I should say, especially if you haven’t — you’re still a bigot.
Just listen to the people you can trust: politicians, journos, and other Democrats.
Hate is bad, you guys!
And then what happened?
I’ll tell you in a minute. But first, let’s look at the phrase “Day of Hate.”
It’s a bit on-the-nose, innit? “Day of Hate.” They just came right out and said it? What sort of bigot openly admits to being a bigot? They usually cloak it in euphemisms and try to make themselves out to be the good guys. “Don’t get me wrong, some of my best friends are [FILL IN THE BLANK]!” That sort of thing.
It reminds me of this old bit from some British sketch show I’ve never watched:
Once you admit you’re the bad guys, I guess the next step is to declare a “Day of Hate.” Which just sounds like bad branding to me. Or a hoax. It sounds like something Lex Luthor would cook up while plotting with the Legion of Doom against the Super Friends.
What’s next? Will BLM drop the pretense and become Kill All Whiteys?
And then, what happened next was astonishing: