Tell Your Kids This Shit Is Racist

I didn’t think the old man could upset me anymore. I thought I had become numb to the bile he has vomited into our lives for so long. I was wrong. 

It was 7:30 a.m. and my daughter was busily making her lunch for school, humming Wham's Last Christmas, deciding between yogurts, when I called her over to the dining room, where I sat with my phone and watched the president belch up some fresh gutter racism to go along with my coffee and oatmeal. The old man babbled on and on about making American immigration strictly the domain of white people. The president of the United States was openly waxing about how to ethnically cleanse the fatherland and it didn’t register as a story, not even a blip in the media ecosystem that fears the president with a 33 percent approval rating.