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Sorry Not Sorry, If You Support Trump, We Can’t Be Friends — And You Won't Be Missed

Nothing less than the integrity of our nation is at stake this November.

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Sorry Not Sorry, If You Support Trump, We Can’t Be Friends — And You Won't Be Missed

If you support Donald Trump for president in 2020, we can't be friends. I understand this may come as a surprise to you, so let me explain why.

This isn't about differences of opinion. Growing up a Democrat in one of the most solidly Republican counties in the state of Florida has taught me how to be friends with people who have different opinions than I do. I've learned how to have an open dialogue with my peers about politics and how to express my views without creating animosity within my friend group.

This isn't about an unwillingness to be open to opposing ideologies either. All my life I have absorbed and analyzed alternative ideas that conflict with my own. It's part of what you must do when you live in a place where people think differently than you do. It's something I continue to do to this day in order to ensure that I do not become subject to the echo chamber of confirmation bias that so often leads to a hardening of a faulty system of belief within an individual. But I don't need to explain that echo chamber to you, Trump supporter, because it's already caused you to blindly support the most dangerous presidential candidate in history without a second thought.

I'm not cutting you out of my life because of an inability to "agree to disagree." This is not about my unwillingness to listen. This is not about differences in policy opinion or about being overly entrenched in my identity as a Democrat or about me being intolerant to the ideas of others. It's not about any of those things.

This is about irreconcilable differences in our core values and morals.

By supporting Trump, you are choosing to support someone who expresses hate openly and without remorse. You are choosing to support someone who has called climate change a hoax and who blatantly refuses to listen to science and experts. You are choosing to support someone who won't condemn and even praises the supporter of QAnon, a conspiracy theory group that the FBI classifies as a potential domestic terrorist organization. You choose to support someone who labels himself "a big fan" of a foreign dictator who poisons his political opponents.

In voting for Trump, you are voting for someone who claims to care about American jobs, yet he calls for boycotts of American companies like Goodyear. You vote for a man who claims his opponent is "against religion" and will "hurt God" but who only visits a church so he could take a picture in front of it, not so he could go inside to pray. You vote for a conman and a liar. You are voting for someone whose son promoted donations to "build the wall" just so that his associates could pocket millions of your dollars for themselves. You vote for a fraudster. You are voting for someone who consistently bragged about sexually assaulting women and who has been accused by dozens of women of inappropriate sexual conduct, harassment, and rape. You are voting for a president who says far-right protesters marching with Nazis and Klansmen are "very fine people." You are voting for someone who praises the bravery and patriotism of those angry white mobs who stormed Michigan's capital armed with AR-15-style rifles but calls those black and brown Americans marching for racial justice "thugs." You vote for a man who retweets videos of his supporters harassing peaceful protestors and spewing the words "white power" from their golf carts and for someone who separates children from their parents and cages them at our border. You vote for a racist. You are voting for someone who expresses their willingness to cheat to win and for someone who surrounds himself with people who regularly break the law in order to serve his personal interests.

You vote for a hateful, ignorant, predatory, whiny, greedy, racist man who is a criminally shameful excuse for a president.

If you support Trump, we can't be friends. Not because I am unable to see eye to eye with you, but because I refuse to stoop to your level in order to be able to do so. I am willing to put aside differences of opinion in order to create and maintain friendships. It's what I've had to do my entire life. I will not, however, put aside my moral compass in order to justify associating myself with those who are either too ignorant, too driven by blind loyalty, or too attached to their party identification to see that Trump is an unacceptable threat to American ideologies and democracy.

This year, I am choosing to surround myself with love, knowledge, integrity, generosity, and acceptance. I am choosing to reject Trump because he represents the opposite of all of these things, and if you choose to support him you choose to represent the opposite of these things, too.

Nothing less than the integrity of our nation is at stake this November.

When your children and grandchildren ask you what it was like to live through these times, what side of history will you be on? Will you tell them about what you did to ensure that America prevailed in the battle for the soul of this nation? Or will you be forced to lie to them and say you had no idea how bad, how corrupt, how hateful, and how dangerous Trump was for this country? If you are choosing to continue your blind following of someone so hateful, so corrupt, so greedy and ignorant and racist, you leave me no choice but to remove you from my life, and unfortunately, you will not be missed.

Associates, this is why if you support Trump, we CANNOT be friends.

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