General Discussion

There once was a movement named “Great,”
That thrived less on plans than on hate.
Its cry wasn’t “build,”
But “they’ve robbed us and lied,”
And someone else caused your bad fate.

They gathered not aiming to grow,
But eager to torch what they know.
It isn’t a flaw—
The rage is the law,
The fuel that keeps MAGA aglow.

If someone else wins, they must lose—
That’s the lens through which they peruse.
Gay rights are an “attack,”
A Black president? “Whack!”
And immigrants clearly abuse.

No vision of shared prosperity,
Just fear dressed as moral sincerity.
In their zero-sum play,
If you rise, they must pay—
Equality feels like austerity.

They cling to a ladder so steep,
With straight, white, and Christian on keep.
When you’ve lived on top,
Letting others climb up
Feels like being shoved in too deep.

From Fox through the feeds every day,
The rage gets its hourly play.
Outrage earns clicks,
So they up the old tricks—
More fury, less truth on display.

Their brains get a hit from the fight,
Righteous anger feels chemically right.
Skip news for a week,
They grow restless and bleak—
Withdrawal by Tuesday at night.

Now pain underneath this is real:
Lost towns, lost jobs, wounded appeal.
But instead of the rich,
Or the systems that stitch,
They’re taught weaker targets to feel.

Trump didn’t invent all the spite,
He just flipped on the stadium light.
Said the quiet part loud,
Got applause from the crowd—
And cruelty turned into might.

“He fights!” doesn’t mean for their pay,
Just mean to folks they disdain.
Being mean is the draw,
That’s the core of the law—
The point isn’t winning, it’s pain.

And here’s what’s most hard to escape:
For many, it’s not just a take.
It’s their friends, church, kin,
Every place they’re let in—
The hate is the pass to the gate.

So why is MAGA so cruel?
It’s fear turned into a rule.
Add lies, add a tribe,
Give permission to bribe—
And hate becomes lifestyle and fuel.