October 20, 2025 • 40 mins
How do you handle a triggered Karen? To find the answer, we tell the story of how your humble co-host had a run-in with a Hollywood lefty…and what she did to put this unhinged breed in its place.
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with the show. This episode was originally broadcast on June twelfth,
twenty twenty. We're entering into crazyca also known as an
election cycle, that moody time of life when people become
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irrational and emotions flare up.
Speaker 3 (01:16):
I'm Pard of you. You're not my brother, You're not
my brother.
Speaker 1 (01:20):
It's like one bad American temper tantrum. And when it comes,
the left seems to act like poopy diaper toddlers. Just
one of your social media posts can send them on
a tailspin, ending some mediocre friendships, and, if you're lucky,
a few distant family members that you've been trying to
shake for decades peel off. When that moment comes, when
people go nuts over politics, what should you do? How
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do you handle a triggered leftist? I'm Patrick Carelci.
Speaker 2 (01:49):
And I'm Adriana Cortes.
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And this is Red Pilled America, a storytelling show.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
This is not another talk show covering the day's news.
We're all about telling stories.
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Stories. Hollywood doesn't want you to hear stories.
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You can think of Red Pilled America as audio documentaries,
and we promise only one thing, the truth. Welcome to
Red Pilled America. Elections are typically heated times, but since
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Trump entered the scene, voting season has made emotions go nuclear.
Social media was once a fun place where people could
update friends and family on their life and occasionally post
a topic that tweaked a person's followers without fear of
losing it all. But ever since the Donald entered the scene,
a simple post that just hints at supporting the president
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can send a joyless acquaintance or annoying family members on
a tirade hell bent on shaming you on the digital
public square. Who would have thought that being against defunding
the police or choosing not to martyr a criminal would
be an act of white privilege. As the election season
progresses and you come across adults with the impulse control
of a toddler, what should you do?
Speaker 3 (03:15):
How do you.
Speaker 1 (03:16):
Handle a triggered leftist? To find the answer, we're going
to follow the story of a time when my co
host and partner in life, Adriana ran across perhaps one
of the most emotionally unstable human species on the face
of the planet, a Hollywood lefty, and what she did
to put this rare breed in its place.
Speaker 2 (03:39):
America has had a lot of gate scandals. First, of course,
was Watergate, then Climbing Gate, to flate Gate, gamer Gate,
Grab Him by the Pussy Gate, and probably my personal favorite,
wiener Gate. My curiosity for dissecting these train wrecks was
bound to engulf me in one of my own gate controversies,
and in fact it eventually did, albeit not a very
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famous one I called selfie Gate. It was set in
Lalla Land, amongst the rich, famous, and virtue signaling Hollywood elites.
But unlike most scandals, getting embroiled in, this one was
well therapeutic. It was July twenty fifth, twenty sixteen, and
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the day started off like any other beautiful sunny summer
morning in southern California. I woke up, I read my emails,
made some coffee, checked out the new filters on Snapchat,
reviewed my friend notifications Ooh goop, followed me back, then
dropped off my kid at summer camp and went to work.
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We all take quick social media breaks throughout the day.
It's become part of our daily routine. So sometime mid
afternoon I peeked into Facebook. Truth be told, Facebook had
been on a steep decline for me self, Indulgent political
diatribes had replaced the things that I loved most about
the site, namely cute animal videos and clips of laughing babies.
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What was different about this day, though, was that it
just so happened to be Day one of the Democratic
National Convention. What was supposed to be a well choreographed
event to anoint Hillary Clinton as the first female nominee
for president on a major party ticket. The problem was
that massive news had just hit everyone's social media feeds.
Speaker 4 (05:25):
The latest emails released by WikiLeaks suggests the top officials
at the Democratic National Committee planned to undermine Bernie Sanders
presidential campaign.
Speaker 2 (05:33):
WikiLeaks had just dropped the mother load of document dumps,
a batch of Democratic National Committee DNC emails that showed
without question that Hillary Clinton and the DNC had colluded
to screw Bernie Sanders out of the Democrat nomination.
Speaker 4 (05:49):
The Sanders campaign had long accused the DNC of tipping
the scales in favor of Hillary Clinton. In this email
from May twenty sixteen, DNC Press Secretary Mark Postenbach wrote
wondering if there's a good Bernie narrative for story, which
is Bernie never ever had his act together, that his campaign.
Speaker 3 (06:07):
Was a mess.
Speaker 2 (06:08):
Within hours of the news, Hillary's campaign manager had oddly
already assessed how the emails had gone public. In their telling,
the DNC email server had been hacked by Russia to
help Donald Trump win the election.
Speaker 5 (06:22):
What is the reaction of the Clinton campaign to these
DNC leaked emails suggesting that top officials, including the CFO
there were actively discussing ways to hurt Bernie Sanders in
the primary.
Speaker 6 (06:34):
Well, I think the DNC needs to look into this
and take appropriate action, and I'm sure that they will.
What's disturbing to us is that we experts are telling
us that Russian state actors broke into the DNC stole
these emails, and other experts are now saying that the
Russians are releasing these emails for the purpose of actually
helping Donald Trump. I don't think it's coincidental that these
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emails were released on the eve of our convention.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
Here.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
They must have had the greatest forensic itea team ever
assembled to come to that conclusion so quickly, Or maybe
it was just bullshit, because if they had had that
kind of computer muscle on hand, they wouldn't have been
quote unquote hacked in the first place. While the story
that the leaked emails told hit the Dumb convention like
a nuclear bomb, Debbie Wasserman Schultz, the chairman of the DNC,
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was forced to resign the entire event was falling apart
at the scenes, right before everyone's eyes, and it was glorious.
It felt a little bit like redemption. For months, America
had been seeing political violence for the first time in decades,
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directed at one specific group, Trump supporters. Hollywood in the
mainstream media were an overdrive, pumping out the nasty narrative
that anyone who supported Trump was a despicable racist, signaling
to the crazies that it was open season on the
Maga crowd. Their year long effort paid off when just
a month earlier, San Jose Trump rallygoers were pummeled bloody
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while news cameras and a battalion of police officers quietly
stood on the sidelines, refusing to intervene.
Speaker 7 (08:14):
Overnight all out brawls outside the Trump rally in San Jose, California,
Trump supporters harassed, beaten, and bloodied by mobs of protesters.
Speaker 3 (08:24):
They're like spitting on me and stuff.
Speaker 7 (08:26):
This man says he was sucker punched, his clothes torn
off his back.
Speaker 3 (08:30):
Seven more people just come in sty at punching me.
Speaker 8 (08:33):
Carl I look very bad.
Speaker 7 (08:35):
This lone female Trump supporter tried to stand her ground,
her sign torn from her hands, her glasses ripped off,
then shoved in her face.
Speaker 8 (08:44):
George, This was one of the most violent scenes I
have ever witnessed at a Trump rally. At times it
seemed like the police had no control of the situation.
People were getting beat up right in front of them.
Speaker 7 (08:55):
And these were not clashes.
Speaker 8 (08:56):
These were pure attacks. Trump supporters, men, women, even the
elderly left this building last night and walked right into danger.
Speaker 2 (09:05):
America was learning quickly that it was okay to punch
a right winger. So watching the Democrat Party devolve into
complete and utter chaos on the very first day of
their convention was better than a new pair of designer shoes.
When I logged onto Facebook that day, the mud slinging
from the bernie Bots at Camp Hillary had already reached
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defcon one. The bernie Bot commis were so livid that
they were posting tie raids encouraging riots on the convention floor. Listen,
that's par for the course today, but four years ago
that was still considered insane behavior. Angry doesn't begin to
describe what I was witnessing on my feed. The insults
and putdowns would easily get you banned for life from
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Facebook today. Truthfully, We'll never understand why people think it's
appropriate to hide behind a computer screen and be rude
on social media. That's just not how I roll personally.
I prefer to be rude to people's faces so long
as it's warranted. I guess I'm old school that. So
there I am scrolling through Facebook and really hoping for
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a laughing baby video, but all I'm seeing is DNC
political venom. At the time, for the sake of our daughter,
my husband Patrick and I had made a concerted effort
to tone down our politics on social media. We'd been
early supporters of Donald Trump. Shortly after his presidential announcement,
Patrick Pennon OpEd for Brettbart News. It was critical of
what would later be known as the Republican never Trump
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crowd that seemed hell bent on taking the real estate
mogul down. But the environment had turned violent, and our
baby girl was attending a prestigious Hollywood private school, Oakwood Elementary,
that was jam packed with elite triggered Hollywood leftists. We'd
been butting heads with the parents because of our right
leaning politics for years and really didn't mind the conflict personally,
but now our daughter was starting to take some of
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the incoming fire. It felt as if these people were
on the verge of being unhinged. On top of that,
I was still recovering from major organsars, so we thought
it best to take it easy on politics when posting
on social media, especially on Facebook, where all of the
parents from our schools seem to live. You see, the
thing about Hollywood is that it's infested with Trustafarians, and
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many of them spend their days smoking a ton of
pot and being keyboard warriors on Facebook. It was tempting
to get in on the social media in salt bandwagon,
but Patrick and I had a plan de escalate the
political vitriol, and I had to stick to it. I
swear that man is always holding me back. So I
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came up with a bright idea for every heated political
take I saw on Facebook. I'd post a silly selfie
of myself with a stupid saying. I picked a cute
picture of myself in sunglasses, then wrote at the bottom,
these sunnies are bomb. To launch my good humored campaign,
I wrote a Facebook post explaining that we all needed
to bring down the political temperature. The post read share
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your sunshine, focus on the positive, be mindful, of others
think twice about sharing negative memes or long winded posts
about how much you hate the other side. I have
the common sense to refrain from posting beautiful selfies of
myself when I really want to, because, let's be honest,
I'm better looking than most of you. Also, I'm courteous
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enough to keep my political views to myself when clearly
my opinion matters way more than yours and the person
that I'm voting for is the one who's gonna win.
So please be respectful or prepare to get a selfie
from me. This is Facebook, where we all haven't seen
each other since high school or have possibly met once.
If you want to discuss politics, make a dinner reservation
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with your real friends. Thanks in advance. I then proceeded
to post the selfie on a few select Facebook posts
that I felt were, let's say, impolite. The whole thing
just took a few minutes. Then I logged off of
Facebook and went back to work, But as luck would
have it, I started getting inundated with notifications my post
was getting some serious traction, so I logged back on
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and I saw that my post had a significant amount
of comments and likes, my gosh, I'm on the brink
of becoming Facebook famous, I thought. The new found attention
quickly went to my head. I'd felt this feeling before,
back in middle school, when I walked on campus after
winning my first real fistfight. People I didn't even know
were cheering me on. I should have learned my lesson
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back then not to bask in random accolades, but I didn't.
I became drunk from the praise. From there on, it's
a bit of a blur, but I can clearly remember
saying to myself, Holy shit, I'm the laughing baby video
of the day. Listen.
Speaker 3 (13:43):
When opportunity knocks, I opened the door.
Speaker 2 (13:46):
So I proceeded to go on an epic Facebook ship
posting campaign, slapping a selfie on every political post I saw.
I had a fever, and the only prescription was more selfie.
The original mission had completely gone out the door because
I was blinded by the likes. As I posted selfie
after selfie of myself on vulgar political rants, I thought
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to myself, Wow, I'm trending. There was obviously a pent up,
silent majority that was tired of seeing these leftist hate
tiraids on social media, and I took note. In fact,
it was one of the first clear signs to me
that Trump was going to win. As the day progressed,
I was pleased to see that my guerrilla marketing campaign
continued to generate favorable metrics. People seemed to get the joke.
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Friends who hadn't seen in years responded with witty banter
of their own. Some asked if they could share the
post on their pages, and I said yes, I'm happy
to waive my valuable copyright. For the first time in
a long time, I was actually enjoying Facebook, and everyone
seemed to understand that I was trying to share some
lighthearted humor on a particularly divisive day. I continued to
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ride the wave of accolades for the next few hours,
and at some point, as the notifications began to die down,
I entered into a conversation with my husband Patrick about
how maybe the the selection cycle wasn't going to be
so bad. When my phone beeps with another Facebook notification. Wow,
this thing's still going, I tell Patrick, But this time
a comment with a completely different tone entered the mix.
Speaker 3 (15:17):
Ah. Obviously idiots are everywhere.
Speaker 2 (15:20):
Said a woman named Christine, a parent of twins. That
were elementary school classmates of my daughters. She'd left the
comment on one of my selfie posts. I've known Christine
since our children were in preschool together, but as the
years progressed and our children had grown, our relationship had not.
As fate would have it, Christine was not my favorite
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person in the world. She was a writer that had
an arrogance about her that didn't quite match her talents.
To give you a feel of where her politics stand,
a portion of the proceeds of her first book went
to Planned Parenthood. She was a triggered leftist. One of
my earliest experiences with her was when our family was
touring private elementary schools. The school that we were touring
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ing had a reputation for being less leftists than the
other private Hollywood schools. Its founding in the nineteen forties
was based on the need for religion in the daily
education of its students. Since its birth, though the school
had been inundated with Hollywood types. However, the school's origin
story must have screened conservative to Christine. The tour convened
in the gym, and Christine was sitting in front of
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me as the administration played a video showing an array
of children on campus. As we were all watching, Christine
blurted out in a disdainful tone.
Speaker 3 (16:36):
White kid, white kid, white kid.
Speaker 2 (16:39):
Christine was, like most of the Hollywood elites, also white.
Everyone sort of awkwardly shifted in their seats, and a
few people glanced over at my husband and I with
half smiles because oddly Patrick and I were the only
Hispanics in the private school touring circuit, a fact that
everyone knew. It's a small community. We didn't end up
choosing that particular school, but as chance would have it,
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both with our family and Christine's family chose the same
private elementary school called Oakwood in North Hollywood, and our
kids ended up in the same class. We'd later learn
that Oakwood was a gateway into the Hollywood machine, and
anybody looking to work in Tinseltown that had kids pulled
out all the stops to get into that school. The
campus also doubled is practically a remote satellite office for
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Democrat fundraisers. The wealth of the parents lined the pockets
of the I'm with Her campaign, so much so that
many families within the school community were actually on Hillary
Clinton's million dollar donor list. At Oakwood, if you were
part of the Hollywood It crew, then you were Golden.
And as it turned out, Christine was part of that
clique because her husband was once the head writer for
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Speaker 2 (18:58):
Welcome back to red pilled America. So, like I was saying,
the kids of Raging left, Christine and my daughter ended
up being classmates at a prestigious Hollywood elementary school called Oakwood.
The school was a gateway into the Hollywood machine, and
the campus practically doubled as a satellite office for Democrat fundraisers.
At Oakwood, if you were part of the Hollywood at crowd,
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then you were golden. And as it turned out, Christine
was part of that clique because her husband was once
the head writer of the sitcom Friends during its forgettable years.
His old boss and show creator, Marta Kaufman, was at
one point the chair of the Oakwood Trustees board. Marta
has a potus pede here sign inside of one of
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her home bathrooms, where she hosted a fundraiser in twenty
twelve for President Barack Obama. In other words, these people
were connected within the leftist cult that we call Hollywood,
so you get the flavor of the crowd that we
were roaming with at Oakwood. Honestly, I never cared much
about any of the Hollywood stuff. I've been around enough
celebrities to know that most are not that impressive, but
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come o from a background with the very little means.
It was clear to us once we unwittingly entered this
cult that Patrick and I weren't yet accustomed to how
they operated. So when I received the Facebook comment from
Christine obviously idiots are everywhere, as she so eloquently put it,
I was stunned. Our kids were in the same class together.
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They'd been sharing the same school for seven years, and
they'd likely be going to school together through the twelfth grade.
Christina and I may not have been chummy, but honestly
I was holding out hope that we'd developed some sort
of a friendship. As far as I was concerned, we
were part of the same tribe. So you can imagine
how shocked I was at this bitch was publicly calling
me an idiot for everyone at Oakwood to see. Our
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relationship had been in decline for years. We started off cordially,
sharing many many mutual friends. Our husbands developed a great relationship.
She also hosted an annual Halloween trick or treat party
with the kids and invited our family and our daughter.
Christine initially commended us for calling out a school parent
we referred to as mister Creepy, a dad at our
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school that was getting in bed with other people's kids.
Speaker 3 (21:07):
But when the.
Speaker 2 (21:08):
Twenty twelve election came along, her husband took it upon
himself to email me an election voting guide, basically telling
people how they should cast their ballot in the upcoming election.
You know how people in Hollywood think that they're better
and smarter than us regular Americans. Well, in case you
hadn't gotten the memo, I did, literally, But because I'm
not a drained leftist, I wasn't offended, just.
Speaker 3 (21:29):
A little weirded out.
Speaker 2 (21:30):
Her husband and I had never discussed politics, and now
he was basically telling me how I should vote.
Speaker 3 (21:35):
And worse, he was assuming I was a Democrat.
Speaker 2 (21:38):
I responded in a politically incorrect way, thinking he'd appreciate
it since he was a comedy writer. So I responded
to his email with something along the lines of thanks,
Mihal but this brown bean leans right. Given that the
only Mexicans that most people at our school KNEWE personally
were the gardener's nanny, janitors, and day laborers, who most
considered democrats, he was likely surprised by my admission. Christine
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struggled to maintain social norms with me from then on.
She unfriended me on Instagram, which was somewhat of a
blessing because she curated her feed like a feminist wet dream. Nevertheless,
unfriending is a rather hostile move when it's with someone
you have to see on a daily basis. It's an
act of cold war. My daughter never received another invite
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to their Halloween party, which was tough for her because
she had to hear what she missed the following day.
But I continued to maintain a respectful relationship with Christine
because unlike her, I have manners. But the birth of
the Trump candidacy obviously pushed her over the edge. In hindsight,
I think she was patient zero for trumped arrangement syndrome.
She'd later go on to host a Stop Bannon playdate
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where parents were asked to bring over their ten year
olds to create artistic postcards. To stop the president's chief
strategist who makes leftist propaganda as a crafting hobby with kids.
Speaker 3 (22:56):
That's Rob Reiner weird.
Speaker 2 (22:59):
So I took a deep breath and I read Christine's
response to my selfie post again to make sure I
was interpreting it correctly and wasn't perceiving it through the
lens of my own bias.
Speaker 3 (23:09):
Obviously, idiots are everywhere.
Speaker 9 (23:12):
Hmm.
Speaker 2 (23:13):
She definitely wasn't making a joke. Christine is humorless. She
makes Rachel Maddow look incurably cheerful. Nope, she's definitely calling
me an idiot. I thought I ran it by my husband.
He agreed. I got a second and third opinion from
others who knew Christine, and everyone concurred she was indeed
publicly disparaging me. This was a million times worse than
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being dumped on Instagram. So I thought I'd try a
different tactic. Instead of going full east Side Lokachola on her,
As every fiber in my being was screaming, I thought
I'd double down on the funny. I responded to her
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with another selfie, but this one was over the top ridiculous.
I used a Snapchat filter that morphed my face into
a gummy worm head with a gummy worm coming out
of my nose. What I hoped was that she would
return with a comment that said something along the lines of, lol,
I hope you didn't think I was talking about you.
I was basically giving her an out good plan, right wrong. Instead,
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she responded, Yep, my heart sunk. If there was any
confusion before, there was none now because she just confirmed
that Yep, I'm calling you an idiot.
Speaker 3 (24:36):
Hmm.
Speaker 2 (24:37):
Thanks for clearing that up, bitch. This may come as
a surprise to people who've never been in a conflict
with me, but I am a proud ghetto card holder.
Granted it's been a long time since it's seeing the
light of day, but in the blink of an eye,
I can go from zero too. Oh no, you did it,
hood rat. But honestly, that was the last thing I
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wanted because our kids shared a class together. So I
decided to move the conversation off f line and email
Christine privately as a courtesy. I'm not going to ask
you this on Facebook. Are you calling me an idiot?
Speaker 3 (25:10):
I asked.
Speaker 2 (25:11):
We had a bit of a back and forth, and
she made some excuse about Trump and Russia and attempted
to turn the tables, claiming that I obviously misinterpreted her
comment and that she wasn't interested in any drama. Now
she wasn't only disparaging me in public, she was also
attempting to insult my intelligence in private. So I responded,
if you aren't interested in drama, why would you publicly
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insinuate then I'm an idiot? So I'll ask you again,
were you or were you not calling me an idiot?
Yes or no. I've had email exchanges with Christine in
the past, and you can always tell when her husband
takes control of the steering wheel because the tone in
the response typically takes a notable more rational shift. She responded, is.
Speaker 3 (25:53):
There something else going on that is upsetting you? You
were obviously an intelligent person, no need for public name calling.
I will happily delet that comment with apologies if it
means this conversation can end.
Speaker 2 (26:06):
A few minutes later, she deleted all previous Facebook comments
and inserts a simple note that said sincerest apologies. So
my work was done. The next morning, I woke up
ready to move on from my previous night's debacle, but
there was a new email in my inbox. It's from
Christine Uugh. She declares that she feels terrible about our
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exchange and that the idiot's comment was not meant to
be about me. But when I responded with my gummy
worm selfie, she thought it felt very aggressive. You know what, Yeah,
gummy worms, they really do scream toxic masculinity. It was
quite the concoction of half truths in historical revision that
I almost admired in its creativity. She ended by asking
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if I would meet her at the park outside of
summer school the next day to talk about it. I
agreed to meet. I'm a big believer in hashing things
out face to face, something that I learned about myself
at a young age. When I was in Catholic school,
we had to go to confession once a week. I
had the choice of confessing my sins to the priest
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in one of two ways. Either to sit behind the
screen so that the priest could not see my face,
which gives your confession some privacy, or I could do
it face to face with the priest looking him dead
in the eyes while I confessed my sins. I never
went behind the screen. I considered it to be a
huge sign of weakness. I felt like God respected those
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who had the balls to show their mug and say, father, Michael,
I lied to my parents even though I said I
wouldn't do it again. Last week, I also shaved my
legs without my mom's permission after she specifically told me
I wasn't allowed. That's why I'm wearing these legwarmers in
ninety degree weather. As day two, if the Democrat Convention progressed,
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the DNC leak scandal was reaching a peak. Walls had
to be up to block the Bernie Sanders followers from
protesting at the doors of the DNC, but the mainstream
media was largely staying away from the chaos. You had
to watch people like journalist Mike Cernovich's periscope feed to
get a feel for what was really happening on the ground.
Speaker 3 (28:17):
Do you think what you want?
Speaker 8 (28:19):
There's a lot of people here, So I'm gonna give
you a tour of this park that we're at by
the convention center, just so you can get a sense
of how many fucking people are here.
Speaker 2 (28:29):
To counter Hillary Clinton and her mainstream media, Lackey's decided
to step up their rhetoric, pushing heavily the idea that
Russia hacked their email server to help the Republican nominee
Donald Trump. I.
Speaker 4 (28:40):
Meanwhile, top Democrats blaming Russia for a hack that released
thousands of emails from the Democratic National Committee.
Speaker 8 (28:47):
Secretary of Saint John Kerry this morning raised the issue
with Russia's foreign minister the Russian scop that reports moscoors
behind the hack.
Speaker 4 (28:55):
The Clinton campaign is pointed to a so called romance
with Russian President Vladimir Putin, something Trump has touted from
more than a year.
Speaker 8 (29:03):
Wouldn't it be nice if we actually did get along
with Russia?
Speaker 2 (29:08):
The Democrats had released the Kraken, and if you were
in a far left enclave like my husband and I,
you felt the increase in vitriol immediately. The Democrats had
gotten their marching orders find and attack all Trump supporters.
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Welcome back. So I found myself frightened for what was
to come because the Democrats had released the Kraken, and
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if you were in a far left enclap like my
husband and I, you've felt the increase in bitry. Immediately,
the Democrats had gotten their marching orders find and attack
all Trump supporters. This was a landmark moment for Facebook
and launched what could be thought of as the unfriend
me Now movement. One mother at Oakwood, Brooke, highlighted this
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phenomenon well with her post.
Speaker 9 (31:23):
I understood why people liked Romney and McCain. I understood
why people voted for both Bushes and Reagan, but now
things have turned crazy. If you support Trump, unfriend me,
because I believe that if you support Trump, something is
deeply wrong with you.
Speaker 2 (31:42):
Notably, Brook, the daughter of two very prominent playwrights, was
buddies with the creepies parents at Oakwood that we had
called out because the dad of their family was getting
in bed with other people's kids. Apparently kid cuddling wasn't
unfriend me worthy for Brook, but vote for Trump now
that was just a bridge too far. But her unfriend
me post got me to thinking of about other things
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that I'd seen on Facebook. So I began rifling through
other people's pages and learned quickly that many of the
parents at the school were talking about yours truly openly
for everyone to see. It turned out I didn't even
have to talk about politics. The mere fact that I
posted selfies against political mud slinging was somehow enact in
support of Trump. I'd worked my entire life to be
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a part of this community. I worked my way out
of poverty. I was the first of my plan to
make it through college, started a successful advertising business with
my husband, then landed my daughter at one of the
most prestigious private schools in California, if not the country.
I'd done everything right, and now these people, the same
ones that pretend to be the tolerant ones looking out
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for minorities, were treating me as if I'd done something
wrong and I deserved to be punished. Their sharp words
managed to cut and wound me. What hurt most was
that this was a collective effort, a bloodthirsty gang who'd
banded together based on their belief that there was something
deeply wrong with me. The intent was understood, then shared
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so others can join in. I felt small and alone.
It was about then that I got a text message
from another Oakwood parent, one of the few that I
considered to be a friend. Our families were slated to
go on vacation together in Mexico in one short week.
The text read.
Speaker 3 (33:25):
Somehow people think you're a huge Trump supporter. Did you
post something? Brooke just asked me after I posted something
saying how I am disgusted and silently unfriend Trump supporters.
And then she texted me and asked me if you
are supporting Trump and that's what people are telling her.
Speaker 2 (33:40):
Believe me when I say that the line about being
disgusted and silently unfriending Trump supporters landed pretty hard. I
think it's fair to say that I have thick skin
and that I'm not really the feel sorry for me type. However,
everyone has their limits. We'd lost a good amount of
friends after calling out the kid cuddler mister creepy good
ridens to anyone defending that creep, but then others peeled
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off after missus Creepy began a campaign promoting that we
were conservatives. The last remaining friends in our Oakwood community
had been hanging on by a thread. Being a Trump
supporter would likely be the straw that broke the camel's
back for anyone remaining again, Patrick and I weren't worried
about that. For ourselves, we were concerned that our daughter
would become even more isolated. We all want to be accepted,
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but at what costs. I ultimately came to the conclusion
that I had to be true to my beliefs. These
Oakwood people were not my tribe. Better to speak the
truth than Libli. So I pulled myself up from my
bootstraps and I responded to the text, questioning if I
was a Trump supporter, in what universe is it okay
for Brooke to ask you a question like that about me?
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So basically people think and are saying that we're racist, homophobic, xenophobic,
and misogynistic. Two Mexican Americans who worked their way out
of poverty were the ones that people have decided to
shun and target. People should think twice before going on
which hunts soon super fucking offended and Brooke is in
for a rude awakening. Anything less than a complete rejection
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of Trump meant we were maga, and I knew that
the verdict was swift. One of the last remaining families
that we considered to be friends at Oakwood canceled their
Mexico vacation with us, claiming one of their kids fell sick,
then quickly planned a Hillary Clinton fundraising bake sale. They
wanted to show everyone they weren't with us, they were
with her. Apparently our conservative stink had gotten on them
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and they needed to cleanse themselves. News spread fast that
we were maga, and most of our remaining Oakwood friends
ran faster than Anna and Navarro, seeking in all you
can eat buffet. The next morning, I was slated to
meet with Christine, so I put on my game face
and prepared for the worse, because who knew, maybe this
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Christine woman was going to ambush me at the park.
I thought back to my middle school days and channeled
my inner Bruce Leie. As I walked up to greet her,
I noticed that despite how attractive she was, she had
that look of constipation, you know what I'm talking about,
a look of deep discomfort. She couldn't hide her disgust
for me. Christina's tall and slender, with pale skin. Her
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dirty blonde hair was cut into a short bob that
framed her face, and her lips were pursed so tightly
that they resembled well ananus. The irony was not lost
on me that her personality aligned well with her looking
like an asshole. She immediately began by patronizing me with
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a speech about how regular people have a hard time
understanding her method of communication. Uh no, bitch, I understood.
You were calling me an idiot, I thought, as she
continued with her gas lighting. The middle school martial artist
in me was on the brink of pouncing. But I
took comfort in the fact that I, whom many of
her ilk think of as the help, had my childil
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in the same prestigious private school as hers after coming
from nothing while many of them started on third base.
I've been stepping to and disposing of people like her
for years to come out of poverty, and now I
was going to beat her using her rules. Christine had
shown me her cards years ago. White kid, white kid,
White kid was with this elite, white leftist, said while
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on a tour of private schools. As I opened my
mouth to respond, I realized it was time to pull
the left zone favorite choice of weapon.
Speaker 3 (37:35):
The race card.
Speaker 2 (37:36):
As a privileged white woman, Christine, you can't possibly understand
the challenges and cultural bias that I face on a
daily basis as a first generation American of Mexican descent,
I opened with venom. Look around, do you see any
other parents in the class that looked like me? And
you have the audacity to ridicule me for being different?
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How dare you? The look of shock on her face
was priceless. A little brown woman was throwing identity politics
right back in her feminist face. For the record, I
despise the race card, but when an elite white Hollywood
leftist calls you an idiot because of your politics, it's
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time to make them play by their own rules. The
fact that I was a Latina and a Trump supporter
was more than these leftists could bear, because I shatter
every narrative they hold so dear, by the time I
finished cashing in my race card, she devolved into a
stuttering fool.
Speaker 3 (38:37):
I'm sorry, she babbled. I can only imagine how you feel.
You're right, You're right, we need more diversity around here.
I couldn't agree with you more.
Speaker 2 (38:50):
I left her a little encounter, feeling energized. I say
live and let live, But if a leftist comes at me,
I'm gonna return fire. And I played a win. No
apologies made. I will never bend the knee and neither
should you, which brings us back to the question how
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do you handle a triggered leftist. The answer is you
make them play by their own rules. When an unhinged
liberal or arrogant planned parenthood loving author tries to shame
you for your beliefs, do not go gentle into the
night fight. Clawback with whatever you have at your disposal,
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use the rules they created against them, and if you
feel like having a little fun, you can always mock
them with the story about a selfie.
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with the show. This episode was originally broadcast on June twelfth,
twenty twenty. We're entering into crazyca also known as an
election cycle, that moody time of life when people become
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irrational and emotions flare up.
Speaker 3 (01:16):
I'm Pard of you. You're not my brother, You're not
my brother.
Speaker 1 (01:20):
It's like one bad American temper tantrum. And when it comes,
the left seems to act like poopy diaper toddlers. Just
one of your social media posts can send them on
a tailspin, ending some mediocre friendships, and, if you're lucky,
a few distant family members that you've been trying to
shake for decades peel off. When that moment comes, when
people go nuts over politics, what should you do? How
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do you handle a triggered leftist? I'm Patrick Carelci.
Speaker 2 (01:49):
And I'm Adriana Cortes.
Speaker 1 (01:51):
And this is Red Pilled America, a storytelling show.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
This is not another talk show covering the day's news.
We're all about telling stories.
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Stories. Hollywood doesn't want you to hear stories.
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You can think of Red Pilled America as audio documentaries,
and we promise only one thing, the truth. Welcome to
Red Pilled America. Elections are typically heated times, but since
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Trump entered the scene, voting season has made emotions go nuclear.
Social media was once a fun place where people could
update friends and family on their life and occasionally post
a topic that tweaked a person's followers without fear of
losing it all. But ever since the Donald entered the scene,
a simple post that just hints at supporting the president
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can send a joyless acquaintance or annoying family members on
a tirade hell bent on shaming you on the digital
public square. Who would have thought that being against defunding
the police or choosing not to martyr a criminal would
be an act of white privilege. As the election season
progresses and you come across adults with the impulse control
of a toddler, what should you do?
Speaker 3 (03:15):
How do you.
Speaker 1 (03:16):
Handle a triggered leftist? To find the answer, we're going
to follow the story of a time when my co
host and partner in life, Adriana ran across perhaps one
of the most emotionally unstable human species on the face
of the planet, a Hollywood lefty, and what she did
to put this rare breed in its place.
Speaker 2 (03:39):
America has had a lot of gate scandals. First, of course,
was Watergate, then Climbing Gate, to flate Gate, gamer Gate,
Grab Him by the Pussy Gate, and probably my personal favorite,
wiener Gate. My curiosity for dissecting these train wrecks was
bound to engulf me in one of my own gate controversies,
and in fact it eventually did, albeit not a very
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famous one I called selfie Gate. It was set in
Lalla Land, amongst the rich, famous, and virtue signaling Hollywood elites.
But unlike most scandals, getting embroiled in, this one was
well therapeutic. It was July twenty fifth, twenty sixteen, and
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the day started off like any other beautiful sunny summer
morning in southern California. I woke up, I read my emails,
made some coffee, checked out the new filters on Snapchat,
reviewed my friend notifications Ooh goop, followed me back, then
dropped off my kid at summer camp and went to work.
(04:44):
We all take quick social media breaks throughout the day.
It's become part of our daily routine. So sometime mid
afternoon I peeked into Facebook. Truth be told, Facebook had
been on a steep decline for me self, Indulgent political
diatribes had replaced the things that I loved most about
the site, namely cute animal videos and clips of laughing babies.
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What was different about this day, though, was that it
just so happened to be Day one of the Democratic
National Convention. What was supposed to be a well choreographed
event to anoint Hillary Clinton as the first female nominee
for president on a major party ticket. The problem was
that massive news had just hit everyone's social media feeds.
Speaker 4 (05:25):
The latest emails released by WikiLeaks suggests the top officials
at the Democratic National Committee planned to undermine Bernie Sanders
presidential campaign.
Speaker 2 (05:33):
WikiLeaks had just dropped the mother load of document dumps,
a batch of Democratic National Committee DNC emails that showed
without question that Hillary Clinton and the DNC had colluded
to screw Bernie Sanders out of the Democrat nomination.
Speaker 4 (05:49):
The Sanders campaign had long accused the DNC of tipping
the scales in favor of Hillary Clinton. In this email
from May twenty sixteen, DNC Press Secretary Mark Postenbach wrote
wondering if there's a good Bernie narrative for story, which
is Bernie never ever had his act together, that his campaign.
Speaker 3 (06:07):
Was a mess.
Speaker 2 (06:08):
Within hours of the news, Hillary's campaign manager had oddly
already assessed how the emails had gone public. In their telling,
the DNC email server had been hacked by Russia to
help Donald Trump win the election.
Speaker 5 (06:22):
What is the reaction of the Clinton campaign to these
DNC leaked emails suggesting that top officials, including the CFO
there were actively discussing ways to hurt Bernie Sanders in
the primary.
Speaker 6 (06:34):
Well, I think the DNC needs to look into this
and take appropriate action, and I'm sure that they will.
What's disturbing to us is that we experts are telling
us that Russian state actors broke into the DNC stole
these emails, and other experts are now saying that the
Russians are releasing these emails for the purpose of actually
helping Donald Trump. I don't think it's coincidental that these
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emails were released on the eve of our convention.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
Here.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
They must have had the greatest forensic itea team ever
assembled to come to that conclusion so quickly, Or maybe
it was just bullshit, because if they had had that
kind of computer muscle on hand, they wouldn't have been
quote unquote hacked in the first place. While the story
that the leaked emails told hit the Dumb convention like
a nuclear bomb, Debbie Wasserman Schultz, the chairman of the DNC,
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was forced to resign the entire event was falling apart
at the scenes, right before everyone's eyes, and it was glorious.
It felt a little bit like redemption. For months, America
had been seeing political violence for the first time in decades,
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directed at one specific group, Trump supporters. Hollywood in the
mainstream media were an overdrive, pumping out the nasty narrative
that anyone who supported Trump was a despicable racist, signaling
to the crazies that it was open season on the
Maga crowd. Their year long effort paid off when just
a month earlier, San Jose Trump rallygoers were pummeled bloody
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while news cameras and a battalion of police officers quietly
stood on the sidelines, refusing to intervene.
Speaker 7 (08:14):
Overnight all out brawls outside the Trump rally in San Jose, California,
Trump supporters harassed, beaten, and bloodied by mobs of protesters.
Speaker 3 (08:24):
They're like spitting on me and stuff.
Speaker 7 (08:26):
This man says he was sucker punched, his clothes torn
off his back.
Speaker 3 (08:30):
Seven more people just come in sty at punching me.
Speaker 8 (08:33):
Carl I look very bad.
Speaker 7 (08:35):
This lone female Trump supporter tried to stand her ground,
her sign torn from her hands, her glasses ripped off,
then shoved in her face.
Speaker 8 (08:44):
George, This was one of the most violent scenes I
have ever witnessed at a Trump rally. At times it
seemed like the police had no control of the situation.
People were getting beat up right in front of them.
Speaker 7 (08:55):
And these were not clashes.
Speaker 8 (08:56):
These were pure attacks. Trump supporters, men, women, even the
elderly left this building last night and walked right into danger.
Speaker 2 (09:05):
America was learning quickly that it was okay to punch
a right winger. So watching the Democrat Party devolve into
complete and utter chaos on the very first day of
their convention was better than a new pair of designer shoes.
When I logged onto Facebook that day, the mud slinging
from the bernie Bots at Camp Hillary had already reached
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defcon one. The bernie Bot commis were so livid that
they were posting tie raids encouraging riots on the convention floor. Listen,
that's par for the course today, but four years ago
that was still considered insane behavior. Angry doesn't begin to
describe what I was witnessing on my feed. The insults
and putdowns would easily get you banned for life from
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Facebook today. Truthfully, We'll never understand why people think it's
appropriate to hide behind a computer screen and be rude
on social media. That's just not how I roll personally.
I prefer to be rude to people's faces so long
as it's warranted. I guess I'm old school that. So
there I am scrolling through Facebook and really hoping for
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a laughing baby video, but all I'm seeing is DNC
political venom. At the time, for the sake of our daughter,
my husband Patrick and I had made a concerted effort
to tone down our politics on social media. We'd been
early supporters of Donald Trump. Shortly after his presidential announcement,
Patrick Pennon OpEd for Brettbart News. It was critical of
what would later be known as the Republican never Trump
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crowd that seemed hell bent on taking the real estate
mogul down. But the environment had turned violent, and our
baby girl was attending a prestigious Hollywood private school, Oakwood Elementary,
that was jam packed with elite triggered Hollywood leftists. We'd
been butting heads with the parents because of our right
leaning politics for years and really didn't mind the conflict personally,
but now our daughter was starting to take some of
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the incoming fire. It felt as if these people were
on the verge of being unhinged. On top of that,
I was still recovering from major organsars, so we thought
it best to take it easy on politics when posting
on social media, especially on Facebook, where all of the
parents from our schools seem to live. You see, the
thing about Hollywood is that it's infested with Trustafarians, and
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many of them spend their days smoking a ton of
pot and being keyboard warriors on Facebook. It was tempting
to get in on the social media in salt bandwagon,
but Patrick and I had a plan de escalate the
political vitriol, and I had to stick to it. I
swear that man is always holding me back. So I
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came up with a bright idea for every heated political
take I saw on Facebook. I'd post a silly selfie
of myself with a stupid saying. I picked a cute
picture of myself in sunglasses, then wrote at the bottom,
these sunnies are bomb. To launch my good humored campaign,
I wrote a Facebook post explaining that we all needed
to bring down the political temperature. The post read share
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your sunshine, focus on the positive, be mindful, of others
think twice about sharing negative memes or long winded posts
about how much you hate the other side. I have
the common sense to refrain from posting beautiful selfies of
myself when I really want to, because, let's be honest,
I'm better looking than most of you. Also, I'm courteous
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enough to keep my political views to myself when clearly
my opinion matters way more than yours and the person
that I'm voting for is the one who's gonna win.
So please be respectful or prepare to get a selfie
from me. This is Facebook, where we all haven't seen
each other since high school or have possibly met once.
If you want to discuss politics, make a dinner reservation
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with your real friends. Thanks in advance. I then proceeded
to post the selfie on a few select Facebook posts
that I felt were, let's say, impolite. The whole thing
just took a few minutes. Then I logged off of
Facebook and went back to work, But as luck would
have it, I started getting inundated with notifications my post
was getting some serious traction, so I logged back on
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and I saw that my post had a significant amount
of comments and likes, my gosh, I'm on the brink
of becoming Facebook famous, I thought. The new found attention
quickly went to my head. I'd felt this feeling before,
back in middle school, when I walked on campus after
winning my first real fistfight. People I didn't even know
were cheering me on. I should have learned my lesson
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back then not to bask in random accolades, but I didn't.
I became drunk from the praise. From there on, it's
a bit of a blur, but I can clearly remember
saying to myself, Holy shit, I'm the laughing baby video
of the day. Listen.
Speaker 3 (13:43):
When opportunity knocks, I opened the door.
Speaker 2 (13:46):
So I proceeded to go on an epic Facebook ship
posting campaign, slapping a selfie on every political post I saw.
I had a fever, and the only prescription was more selfie.
The original mission had completely gone out the door because
I was blinded by the likes. As I posted selfie
after selfie of myself on vulgar political rants, I thought
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to myself, Wow, I'm trending. There was obviously a pent up,
silent majority that was tired of seeing these leftist hate
tiraids on social media, and I took note. In fact,
it was one of the first clear signs to me
that Trump was going to win. As the day progressed,
I was pleased to see that my guerrilla marketing campaign
continued to generate favorable metrics. People seemed to get the joke.
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Friends who hadn't seen in years responded with witty banter
of their own. Some asked if they could share the
post on their pages, and I said yes, I'm happy
to waive my valuable copyright. For the first time in
a long time, I was actually enjoying Facebook, and everyone
seemed to understand that I was trying to share some
lighthearted humor on a particularly divisive day. I continued to
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ride the wave of accolades for the next few hours,
and at some point, as the notifications began to die down,
I entered into a conversation with my husband Patrick about
how maybe the the selection cycle wasn't going to be
so bad. When my phone beeps with another Facebook notification. Wow,
this thing's still going, I tell Patrick, But this time
a comment with a completely different tone entered the mix.
Speaker 3 (15:17):
Ah. Obviously idiots are everywhere.
Speaker 2 (15:20):
Said a woman named Christine, a parent of twins. That
were elementary school classmates of my daughters. She'd left the
comment on one of my selfie posts. I've known Christine
since our children were in preschool together, but as the
years progressed and our children had grown, our relationship had not.
As fate would have it, Christine was not my favorite
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person in the world. She was a writer that had
an arrogance about her that didn't quite match her talents.
To give you a feel of where her politics stand,
a portion of the proceeds of her first book went
to Planned Parenthood. She was a triggered leftist. One of
my earliest experiences with her was when our family was
touring private elementary schools. The school that we were touring
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ing had a reputation for being less leftists than the
other private Hollywood schools. Its founding in the nineteen forties
was based on the need for religion in the daily
education of its students. Since its birth, though the school
had been inundated with Hollywood types. However, the school's origin
story must have screened conservative to Christine. The tour convened
in the gym, and Christine was sitting in front of
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me as the administration played a video showing an array
of children on campus. As we were all watching, Christine
blurted out in a disdainful tone.
Speaker 3 (16:36):
White kid, white kid, white kid.
Speaker 2 (16:39):
Christine was, like most of the Hollywood elites, also white.
Everyone sort of awkwardly shifted in their seats, and a
few people glanced over at my husband and I with
half smiles because oddly Patrick and I were the only
Hispanics in the private school touring circuit, a fact that
everyone knew. It's a small community. We didn't end up
choosing that particular school, but as chance would have it,
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both with our family and Christine's family chose the same
private elementary school called Oakwood in North Hollywood, and our
kids ended up in the same class. We'd later learn
that Oakwood was a gateway into the Hollywood machine, and
anybody looking to work in Tinseltown that had kids pulled
out all the stops to get into that school. The
campus also doubled is practically a remote satellite office for
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Democrat fundraisers. The wealth of the parents lined the pockets
of the I'm with Her campaign, so much so that
many families within the school community were actually on Hillary
Clinton's million dollar donor list. At Oakwood, if you were
part of the Hollywood It crew, then you were Golden.
And as it turned out, Christine was part of that
clique because her husband was once the head writer for
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a little known show called Friends during its forgettable years.
Speaker 1 (17:55):
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Speaker 2 (18:58):
Welcome back to red pilled America. So, like I was saying,
the kids of Raging left, Christine and my daughter ended
up being classmates at a prestigious Hollywood elementary school called Oakwood.
The school was a gateway into the Hollywood machine, and
the campus practically doubled as a satellite office for Democrat fundraisers.
At Oakwood, if you were part of the Hollywood at crowd,
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then you were golden. And as it turned out, Christine
was part of that clique because her husband was once
the head writer of the sitcom Friends during its forgettable years.
His old boss and show creator, Marta Kaufman, was at
one point the chair of the Oakwood Trustees board. Marta
has a potus pede here sign inside of one of
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her home bathrooms, where she hosted a fundraiser in twenty
twelve for President Barack Obama. In other words, these people
were connected within the leftist cult that we call Hollywood,
so you get the flavor of the crowd that we
were roaming with at Oakwood. Honestly, I never cared much
about any of the Hollywood stuff. I've been around enough
celebrities to know that most are not that impressive, but
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come o from a background with the very little means.
It was clear to us once we unwittingly entered this
cult that Patrick and I weren't yet accustomed to how
they operated. So when I received the Facebook comment from
Christine obviously idiots are everywhere, as she so eloquently put it,
I was stunned. Our kids were in the same class together.
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They'd been sharing the same school for seven years, and
they'd likely be going to school together through the twelfth grade.
Christina and I may not have been chummy, but honestly
I was holding out hope that we'd developed some sort
of a friendship. As far as I was concerned, we
were part of the same tribe. So you can imagine
how shocked I was at this bitch was publicly calling
me an idiot for everyone at Oakwood to see. Our
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relationship had been in decline for years. We started off cordially,
sharing many many mutual friends. Our husbands developed a great relationship.
She also hosted an annual Halloween trick or treat party
with the kids and invited our family and our daughter.
Christine initially commended us for calling out a school parent
we referred to as mister Creepy, a dad at our
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school that was getting in bed with other people's kids.
Speaker 3 (21:07):
But when the.
Speaker 2 (21:08):
Twenty twelve election came along, her husband took it upon
himself to email me an election voting guide, basically telling
people how they should cast their ballot in the upcoming election.
You know how people in Hollywood think that they're better
and smarter than us regular Americans. Well, in case you
hadn't gotten the memo, I did, literally, But because I'm
not a drained leftist, I wasn't offended, just.
Speaker 3 (21:29):
A little weirded out.
Speaker 2 (21:30):
Her husband and I had never discussed politics, and now
he was basically telling me how I should vote.
Speaker 3 (21:35):
And worse, he was assuming I was a Democrat.
Speaker 2 (21:38):
I responded in a politically incorrect way, thinking he'd appreciate
it since he was a comedy writer. So I responded
to his email with something along the lines of thanks,
Mihal but this brown bean leans right. Given that the
only Mexicans that most people at our school KNEWE personally
were the gardener's nanny, janitors, and day laborers, who most
considered democrats, he was likely surprised by my admission. Christine
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struggled to maintain social norms with me from then on.
She unfriended me on Instagram, which was somewhat of a
blessing because she curated her feed like a feminist wet dream. Nevertheless,
unfriending is a rather hostile move when it's with someone
you have to see on a daily basis. It's an
act of cold war. My daughter never received another invite
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to their Halloween party, which was tough for her because
she had to hear what she missed the following day.
But I continued to maintain a respectful relationship with Christine
because unlike her, I have manners. But the birth of
the Trump candidacy obviously pushed her over the edge. In hindsight,
I think she was patient zero for trumped arrangement syndrome.
She'd later go on to host a Stop Bannon playdate
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where parents were asked to bring over their ten year
olds to create artistic postcards. To stop the president's chief
strategist who makes leftist propaganda as a crafting hobby with kids.
Speaker 3 (22:56):
That's Rob Reiner weird.
Speaker 2 (22:59):
So I took a deep breath and I read Christine's
response to my selfie post again to make sure I
was interpreting it correctly and wasn't perceiving it through the
lens of my own bias.
Speaker 3 (23:09):
Obviously, idiots are everywhere.
Speaker 9 (23:12):
Hmm.
Speaker 2 (23:13):
She definitely wasn't making a joke. Christine is humorless. She
makes Rachel Maddow look incurably cheerful. Nope, she's definitely calling
me an idiot. I thought I ran it by my husband.
He agreed. I got a second and third opinion from
others who knew Christine, and everyone concurred she was indeed
publicly disparaging me. This was a million times worse than
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being dumped on Instagram. So I thought I'd try a
different tactic. Instead of going full east Side Lokachola on her,
As every fiber in my being was screaming, I thought
I'd double down on the funny. I responded to her
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with another selfie, but this one was over the top ridiculous.
I used a Snapchat filter that morphed my face into
a gummy worm head with a gummy worm coming out
of my nose. What I hoped was that she would
return with a comment that said something along the lines of, lol,
I hope you didn't think I was talking about you.
I was basically giving her an out good plan, right wrong. Instead,
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she responded, Yep, my heart sunk. If there was any
confusion before, there was none now because she just confirmed
that Yep, I'm calling you an idiot.
Speaker 3 (24:36):
Hmm.
Speaker 2 (24:37):
Thanks for clearing that up, bitch. This may come as
a surprise to people who've never been in a conflict
with me, but I am a proud ghetto card holder.
Granted it's been a long time since it's seeing the
light of day, but in the blink of an eye,
I can go from zero too. Oh no, you did it,
hood rat. But honestly, that was the last thing I
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wanted because our kids shared a class together. So I
decided to move the conversation off f line and email
Christine privately as a courtesy. I'm not going to ask
you this on Facebook. Are you calling me an idiot?
Speaker 3 (25:10):
I asked.
Speaker 2 (25:11):
We had a bit of a back and forth, and
she made some excuse about Trump and Russia and attempted
to turn the tables, claiming that I obviously misinterpreted her
comment and that she wasn't interested in any drama. Now
she wasn't only disparaging me in public, she was also
attempting to insult my intelligence in private. So I responded,
if you aren't interested in drama, why would you publicly
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insinuate then I'm an idiot? So I'll ask you again,
were you or were you not calling me an idiot?
Yes or no. I've had email exchanges with Christine in
the past, and you can always tell when her husband
takes control of the steering wheel because the tone in
the response typically takes a notable more rational shift. She responded, is.
Speaker 3 (25:53):
There something else going on that is upsetting you? You
were obviously an intelligent person, no need for public name calling.
I will happily delet that comment with apologies if it
means this conversation can end.
Speaker 2 (26:06):
A few minutes later, she deleted all previous Facebook comments
and inserts a simple note that said sincerest apologies. So
my work was done. The next morning, I woke up
ready to move on from my previous night's debacle, but
there was a new email in my inbox. It's from
Christine Uugh. She declares that she feels terrible about our
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exchange and that the idiot's comment was not meant to
be about me. But when I responded with my gummy
worm selfie, she thought it felt very aggressive. You know what, Yeah,
gummy worms, they really do scream toxic masculinity. It was
quite the concoction of half truths in historical revision that
I almost admired in its creativity. She ended by asking
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if I would meet her at the park outside of
summer school the next day to talk about it. I
agreed to meet. I'm a big believer in hashing things
out face to face, something that I learned about myself
at a young age. When I was in Catholic school,
we had to go to confession once a week. I
had the choice of confessing my sins to the priest
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in one of two ways. Either to sit behind the
screen so that the priest could not see my face,
which gives your confession some privacy, or I could do
it face to face with the priest looking him dead
in the eyes while I confessed my sins. I never
went behind the screen. I considered it to be a
huge sign of weakness. I felt like God respected those
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who had the balls to show their mug and say, father, Michael,
I lied to my parents even though I said I
wouldn't do it again. Last week, I also shaved my
legs without my mom's permission after she specifically told me
I wasn't allowed. That's why I'm wearing these legwarmers in
ninety degree weather. As day two, if the Democrat Convention progressed,
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the DNC leak scandal was reaching a peak. Walls had
to be up to block the Bernie Sanders followers from
protesting at the doors of the DNC, but the mainstream
media was largely staying away from the chaos. You had
to watch people like journalist Mike Cernovich's periscope feed to
get a feel for what was really happening on the ground.
Speaker 3 (28:17):
Do you think what you want?
Speaker 8 (28:19):
There's a lot of people here, So I'm gonna give
you a tour of this park that we're at by
the convention center, just so you can get a sense
of how many fucking people are here.
Speaker 2 (28:29):
To counter Hillary Clinton and her mainstream media, Lackey's decided
to step up their rhetoric, pushing heavily the idea that
Russia hacked their email server to help the Republican nominee
Donald Trump. I.
Speaker 4 (28:40):
Meanwhile, top Democrats blaming Russia for a hack that released
thousands of emails from the Democratic National Committee.
Speaker 8 (28:47):
Secretary of Saint John Kerry this morning raised the issue
with Russia's foreign minister the Russian scop that reports moscoors
behind the hack.
Speaker 4 (28:55):
The Clinton campaign is pointed to a so called romance
with Russian President Vladimir Putin, something Trump has touted from
more than a year.
Speaker 8 (29:03):
Wouldn't it be nice if we actually did get along
with Russia?
Speaker 2 (29:08):
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in a far left enclave like my husband and I,
you felt the increase in vitriol immediately. The Democrats had
gotten their marching orders find and attack all Trump supporters.
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Welcome back. So I found myself frightened for what was
to come because the Democrats had released the Kraken, and
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if you were in a far left enclap like my
husband and I, you've felt the increase in bitry. Immediately,
the Democrats had gotten their marching orders find and attack
all Trump supporters. This was a landmark moment for Facebook
and launched what could be thought of as the unfriend
me Now movement. One mother at Oakwood, Brooke, highlighted this
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phenomenon well with her post.
Speaker 9 (31:23):
I understood why people liked Romney and McCain. I understood
why people voted for both Bushes and Reagan, but now
things have turned crazy. If you support Trump, unfriend me,
because I believe that if you support Trump, something is
deeply wrong with you.
Speaker 2 (31:42):
Notably, Brook, the daughter of two very prominent playwrights, was
buddies with the creepies parents at Oakwood that we had
called out because the dad of their family was getting
in bed with other people's kids. Apparently kid cuddling wasn't
unfriend me worthy for Brook, but vote for Trump now
that was just a bridge too far. But her unfriend
me post got me to thinking of about other things
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that I'd seen on Facebook. So I began rifling through
other people's pages and learned quickly that many of the
parents at the school were talking about yours truly openly
for everyone to see. It turned out I didn't even
have to talk about politics. The mere fact that I
posted selfies against political mud slinging was somehow enact in
support of Trump. I'd worked my entire life to be
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a part of this community. I worked my way out
of poverty. I was the first of my plan to
make it through college, started a successful advertising business with
my husband, then landed my daughter at one of the
most prestigious private schools in California, if not the country.
I'd done everything right, and now these people, the same
ones that pretend to be the tolerant ones looking out
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for minorities, were treating me as if I'd done something
wrong and I deserved to be punished. Their sharp words
managed to cut and wound me. What hurt most was
that this was a collective effort, a bloodthirsty gang who'd
banded together based on their belief that there was something
deeply wrong with me. The intent was understood, then shared
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so others can join in. I felt small and alone.
It was about then that I got a text message
from another Oakwood parent, one of the few that I
considered to be a friend. Our families were slated to
go on vacation together in Mexico in one short week.
The text read.
Speaker 3 (33:25):
Somehow people think you're a huge Trump supporter. Did you
post something? Brooke just asked me after I posted something
saying how I am disgusted and silently unfriend Trump supporters.
And then she texted me and asked me if you
are supporting Trump and that's what people are telling her.
Speaker 2 (33:40):
Believe me when I say that the line about being
disgusted and silently unfriending Trump supporters landed pretty hard. I
think it's fair to say that I have thick skin
and that I'm not really the feel sorry for me type. However,
everyone has their limits. We'd lost a good amount of
friends after calling out the kid cuddler mister creepy good
ridens to anyone defending that creep, but then others peeled
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off after missus Creepy began a campaign promoting that we
were conservatives. The last remaining friends in our Oakwood community
had been hanging on by a thread. Being a Trump
supporter would likely be the straw that broke the camel's
back for anyone remaining again, Patrick and I weren't worried
about that. For ourselves, we were concerned that our daughter
would become even more isolated. We all want to be accepted,
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but at what costs. I ultimately came to the conclusion
that I had to be true to my beliefs. These
Oakwood people were not my tribe. Better to speak the
truth than Libli. So I pulled myself up from my
bootstraps and I responded to the text, questioning if I
was a Trump supporter, in what universe is it okay
for Brooke to ask you a question like that about me?
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So basically people think and are saying that we're racist, homophobic, xenophobic,
and misogynistic. Two Mexican Americans who worked their way out
of poverty were the ones that people have decided to
shun and target. People should think twice before going on
which hunts soon super fucking offended and Brooke is in
for a rude awakening. Anything less than a complete rejection
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of Trump meant we were maga, and I knew that
the verdict was swift. One of the last remaining families
that we considered to be friends at Oakwood canceled their
Mexico vacation with us, claiming one of their kids fell sick,
then quickly planned a Hillary Clinton fundraising bake sale. They
wanted to show everyone they weren't with us, they were
with her. Apparently our conservative stink had gotten on them
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and they needed to cleanse themselves. News spread fast that
we were maga, and most of our remaining Oakwood friends
ran faster than Anna and Navarro, seeking in all you
can eat buffet. The next morning, I was slated to
meet with Christine, so I put on my game face
and prepared for the worse, because who knew, maybe this
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Christine woman was going to ambush me at the park.
I thought back to my middle school days and channeled
my inner Bruce Leie. As I walked up to greet her,
I noticed that despite how attractive she was, she had
that look of constipation, you know what I'm talking about,
a look of deep discomfort. She couldn't hide her disgust
for me. Christina's tall and slender, with pale skin. Her
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dirty blonde hair was cut into a short bob that
framed her face, and her lips were pursed so tightly
that they resembled well ananus. The irony was not lost
on me that her personality aligned well with her looking
like an asshole. She immediately began by patronizing me with
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a speech about how regular people have a hard time
understanding her method of communication. Uh no, bitch, I understood.
You were calling me an idiot, I thought, as she
continued with her gas lighting. The middle school martial artist
in me was on the brink of pouncing. But I
took comfort in the fact that I, whom many of
her ilk think of as the help, had my childil
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in the same prestigious private school as hers after coming
from nothing while many of them started on third base.
I've been stepping to and disposing of people like her
for years to come out of poverty, and now I
was going to beat her using her rules. Christine had
shown me her cards years ago. White kid, white kid,
White kid was with this elite, white leftist, said while
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on a tour of private schools. As I opened my
mouth to respond, I realized it was time to pull
the left zone favorite choice of weapon.
Speaker 3 (37:35):
The race card.
Speaker 2 (37:36):
As a privileged white woman, Christine, you can't possibly understand
the challenges and cultural bias that I face on a
daily basis as a first generation American of Mexican descent,
I opened with venom. Look around, do you see any
other parents in the class that looked like me? And
you have the audacity to ridicule me for being different?
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How dare you? The look of shock on her face
was priceless. A little brown woman was throwing identity politics
right back in her feminist face. For the record, I
despise the race card, but when an elite white Hollywood
leftist calls you an idiot because of your politics, it's
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time to make them play by their own rules. The
fact that I was a Latina and a Trump supporter
was more than these leftists could bear, because I shatter
every narrative they hold so dear, by the time I
finished cashing in my race card, she devolved into a
stuttering fool.
Speaker 3 (38:37):
I'm sorry, she babbled. I can only imagine how you feel.
You're right, You're right, we need more diversity around here.
I couldn't agree with you more.
Speaker 2 (38:50):
I left her a little encounter, feeling energized. I say
live and let live, But if a leftist comes at me,
I'm gonna return fire. And I played a win. No
apologies made. I will never bend the knee and neither
should you, which brings us back to the question how
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do you handle a triggered leftist. The answer is you
make them play by their own rules. When an unhinged
liberal or arrogant planned parenthood loving author tries to shame
you for your beliefs, do not go gentle into the
night fight. Clawback with whatever you have at your disposal,
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use the rules they created against them, and if you
feel like having a little fun, you can always mock
them with the story about a selfie.
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