Milo's Clutched Pearls

 


It's tempting to want to point to Milo Yiannopoulos and say, "Fafoed!" He certainly learned a valuable lesson realizing that his support for Trump's missive to remove every non-citizen from this country took a turn as the leopard came for his face. I'm just scratching my head a bit because Milo seemed to believe he was safe until he recently found out he had no super powers or special privileges as he was rounded up, detained and treated like "them." Yiannopoulos voluntarily left the country before he could suffer the degradation of being herded into a camp, then possibly sent to a country he never even knew existed. The British born chap was lucky. He could get on a plane and go home, but the shame and humiliation was so devastating to him, he has changed his mind about Trump. 

Gosh, if only someone had told him. He got a teeny tiny taste of what it actually feels like to have masked men surround you and tell you to remain still as they zip tie you and carry you away. He claims he was not told anything during his time in custody, although it must have dawned on him at some point. Masked men with guns, zip ties, a little rough handling to intimidate you, not showing up for an immigration hearing... And the really big reason, Milo, was, even with your pasty white skin and your posh accent, you're not welcome here. For most of your life you were a pearl clutcher, you thrived on creating drama and you are a walking contradiction, but I have no doubt, what you experienced was about as real as it could get. No role playing, no faux outrage or costume changes.  Those few hours must have been scary. Now, what will you do with this profound enlightenment?

Anyway, you can always buy your way back into the Reich wing fold, but there seems to be some disenchantment from Trump's voters, so membership is declining. Get in the other line, Milo. The FAFO'd line is growing. There's even a support group you can now join if you have been one of the millions of former MAGA's who got their face ripped off by the leopard. Oh, to be a fly on the wall at those meetings. Perhaps you can start a leopard's club over there, across the Atlantic, now known as the American Ocean.  


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