This is a Bridge too Fucking Far

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I'm sure this will lose me a bunch of connections, but I've had enough. You cannot call yourself my friend, my neighbor, describe yourself as someone who wishes me no harm AND support Donald Trump and his administration. You can't say you're not a racist and support the policies of this racist administration. You can't say you're an ally and support this homophobic administration. You can't say you're "Pro Life" and support this administration when they are doing THIS to children. Black children, brown children, are still children and equal to your precious WHITE children. I am not a parent and this breaks my heart. YOU would die to protect your children if this was happening to them. And you know what? So would I.
Most likely YOUR forebears were immigrants and faced discrimination, yet you set yourself above and beyond AND BETTER THAN, more DESERVING than, today's immigrants. You are a disgrace and unChrist like. I am embarrassed to say I know you. I am DONE. Stand with me, or unfriend/unfollow me, before I unfriend/unfollow you. I cannot even bring myself to ask God to have mercy on your soul; you KNOW the evil you are doing.
Read the story that prompted this post: 4 Severely Ill Migrant Toddlers Hospitalized After Lawyers Visit Border Patrol Facility


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