By Deborah Kampmeier
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My body is in a rage, a fury, a storm of hate. So fucking sick of all this talk about uniting our country, about having compassion for Trump supporters. I don’t want to find common ground. I don’t want to build fucking bridges. That’s like saying I have to marry my rapist and carry his fucking child to term. I don’t care to live with my rapist. I don’t care to ever see him again. I do not want to open my door and invite my rapist to sit at my table or shove his cock back in my mouth or cunt or ass. No, I am not building fucking bridges. Yes, build a fucking wall, but not between Mexico and me. Between me and you mother fucking racist, anti-Semitic, xenophobic, misogynistic rapists, and the rest of you who condone them. Stay out of my home. I have no interest in sharing a country with you. Continue Reading…