It Is Easy To Break Bread With Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Misogynists and Anti-Semites if You’re a White, Straight, Cis, Male Gentile Because They Only Want to Break Your Bread, Not Your Neck

Jim Carrey yearns for a day when we can all get together. He brags about being able to break bread with any Trump voter because he can find something in common with them.

Okay, I wanted to be nice to Carrey for this appearance this week on Real Time with Bill Maher, but I don’t think I can be. (And that is in spite of a description of Donald Trump that he offered up – one that I hope can become the universal, safe-for-work description of him: Trump is essentially a used-car salesman. He didn’t make America great again; he merely rolled back the odometer.)

I’m sure I have some things in common with many Trump voters.

I’m guessing many of us do.

I know that some of my bestest friends here, on Twitter and on FB don’t like the other FB – that being foo-baw. But, based on my observations thru the years, more do than don’t.

And guess what? That likely gives us something in common with most of the Trump voters.

But guess what – again? That’s not an issue of life or death (however much certain followers of certain teams think it is.)

What the old, grey white christianist men who will occupy two stolen U.S. Supreme Court seats do while in those seats is a matter of life and death to me…

to all trans people (not named Jenner)…

to all women (who lack rich Republican men to buy a la carte freedom in certain unnamed jurisdictions for them when the rhythm method fails)…

to all non-christians (except the occasional useful kapo)…

to all non-whites (except the occasional useful media-friendly kapo)…

and to all immigrants – except the ones who can easily pass for born-here WASPs…

you know…

such as Jim Carrey.

Now, I like to be fair.

I can live without Dumb and Dumber, but Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was and is one of the best movies ever made.

I like seeing Jim Carrey’s artwork appear in my Twitter feed (seriously – he’s damn good.)

I’m sure I could break bread with him.

But, if that occurred at his home, we probably would not get to the main course, because I would feel the need to tell him how clueless his privilege makes him sound even when he’s conveying a message that I would like to agree with.

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