I’m sure everybody has been there. This is not new. I’ve had to silence a few on FB since last fall due to 18-hour-a-day compulsive Trump posting on the order of 50+ a day every day. I can’t look at that face all the time.
People can post what they want. I do. We’re all here voluntarily. My Opera community taught me that well.
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I can’t think of a good snarky reply to this because money and stamps will be eliminated, and all we will be left with are statues and billboards where his eyes seem to follow you. And that’s too terrifying to be funny.
I always like a good snark.
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