Listen up, you primitive screwheads:
You have got to get off the outrage machine. You're going down a bad road and one you don't have to go down.
There's something in the human heart, something dark and sticky, which loves nothing so much as to have something to hate. And there's never enough hate for it; it always clamors for more. It's whispering to you right now and impersonating principle. "Trump's a racist. A good person would oppose that. A good person gets angry at racists. Get angry at him. It's okay. You're angry at him because he deserves your anger. He's brought it on himself. You're a good person to feel such rage."
When I put it like that, of course it's obvious you shouldn't listen to that voice. But that voice is patient and manipulative and it knows you better than you know yourself. It is subtle, it is pernicious, and it is tricky.
It is also counterproductive. What it wants most is your hate, *not* for you to actually fix the problem. After all, if you fixed the problem, what would you hate? The dark, sticky thing would be denied its food, and it is a glutton for hate.
You don't have to be outraged to stand up against outrages.
Outrage in response to outrage is not a necessity. It is a choice. Sometimes it's a good choice. That dark and sticky thing can be useful to you if it's disciplined, brought under control, put on a strict diet.
But this gluttony so many of you seem to be indulging in, where you latch onto every outrage Trump commits and feed it to the dark and sticky thing ...
You are going down a bad road.