I feel like a Dead Kennedys song...

While I might be moving to Washington, D.C., I'm currently living in Charlottesville, VA, a town most curently notorious for allowing a KKK march in July, followed by a neo-Nazi march.  Why?  Mostly because we've been getting in the news due to a City Council decision to remove a statue of Robert E. Lee, a man who killed other people to ensure that white people could own black people.

People who think black people deserve to be owned admire this man.

So, despite the fact that the statue still stands because no ones really wants to pay the money to properly hack it up and ship it somewhere else, white supremacists now consider Charlottesville a rallying point for their particular brand of hate.  I hope they all get struck by lightning.

Part of me wonders whether this isn't a direct and, in hindsight, obvious result of the hubbub and furor over trying to get the statue removed in the first place.  It's been standing there for decades, slowly turning green and covered in pigeon poop.  Maybe letting it fall into neglect and disrepair would have been a smoother, but longer road to Not-A-Statue-of-a-Slavery-Traitor-Land than the current cultural earthquake.

Liberals considered Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton wet blankets because they refused to move as fast as internet culture on the issues they found important, but the more I think about it, the smarter I think they were.  America is a massive chugging engine, and like a train, if you attempt to make a sharp turn at high speed, you fall over in the opposite direction.  That's what I think happened with Trump.  That's why the KKK and nazis are having a resurgence.  Too much push to do good freaks idiots out, and there are enough idiots in the world that they will turn to liars and charlatans and cheaters and thieves just to feel comfortable.  They don't deserve to feel comfortable.

They deserve to be struck by lightning.