Trampling Out the Vintage Where the Grapes of Wrath are Stored

pissed

This morning someone from my posse shared with me the image above, posted by one of our high school classmates. As is my wont, I have deleted his name, so as not to bring shame on his family.

There is a relationship, I think, between this image and my immediately preceding post, which tells of the beginnings of a war between big business and Donald J. Trump.

Big business did not leave The Base. The Base left them.

Not only left, but expelled. Chewed up. Spit out.

Everything smacking of modernity and enlightenment is now anathema in the Republican Party.

The grapes of wrath have brought forth the wine of gullibility and  resentment.

The wine has been distilled down to the brandy of blind hatred.