All of this posturing reminds me of the confrontations I used to have with my Republican parents, when my mother would give me the side eye and accuse me of being a Communist. I had friends in college who studied Marxism. I had learned more about various leftie factions than my parents ever dreamed of. Had I told them what I’d learned from people I knew they would not have heard what I said. They would have concluded that if I knew about Communism I must therefore be one. I never was.

In my opinion, the only way we come out on top of this crap is to stand up vociferously for what we believe. The hell with civility. Civility is for weak-kneed liberals and patsies of the Trump machine. Don’t listen to those turkeys!