The Deplorables: You have probably met them, just by pure chance when events take a stressful turn, or maybe even when everything seems to add up to a beautiful afternoon or evening in the heartland, or on a bright fall morning in NYC, maybe in traffic, or when you might have been selling something door-to-door, or you're more or less stone-cold-calling some marketing leads, or doing volunteer work, or just hanging out somewhere . . . . You have met the Deplorables. You know they are real.
If you're canvassing to get people registered to vote, the Deplorables are the ones who just spontaneously growl at you as though you are up to no-good and treat you like a suspicious nuisance - and - if you identify yourself as a Democrat, the Deplorables, often, are likely, not to just say, but to proclaim with feverish and vicious fervor, eyes alight, "That country should just be bombed until there's nothing left but a sheet of glass!" True stories.
Even under the best of happenstance with the Deplorables, one walks away knowing for absolutely certain sure that if the deplorable behavior you just experienced had a means to act upon its violent death-dealing wishes, they would do exactly, and in full, everything that so deeply motivates them no matter the consequences to powerless others. This is why appealing to their "best interests" doesn't work and why, therefore, their behavior no matter how much it is delegated or displaced onto others, is so deplorable.
No one wants the Deplorables to be real, but we don't have the luxury of pretending that they aren't.
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