Meanwhile, in fascist Twitter.

The reason they’re going so openly, distressingly hard (beyond what savagely infantile joy there is to be taken in the mere fact that they can) is because they are shook: they have come just this close to losing an ounce of ill-gotten privilege, and that fact alone has their mouths parched and their palms clammy and their guts in knots, their instincts rattled to the point they forget the thing to do in polite company is to hide who they truly are. They are terrified. —It’s a mean, cold comfort, perhaps, but take what of it you might; we have a long and ugly fight ahead.