And the hits keep coming.
This morning, in a bid to prove he really isn’t racist at all, Donald Trump retweeted a virulent racist. Because it’s 2019, and shit like this happens all the time.
And who the hell is Katie Hopkins?
Glad you asked.
Per Todd Schulte, the president of the immigration advocacy group FWD.US, she’s an anti-Muslim pundit who called for a “final solution” for Muslims in her country following a 2017 terrorist attack:
Per that Guardian piece, Hopkins also “wrote a column for the Sun in which she compared migrants to cockroaches and suggested Europe should use gunboats to stop them crossing the Mediterranean.” Back in 2016, after a truck drove into a crowd in Nice killing dozens, Hopkins said, “I am not Islamophobic. Islam disgusts me. This is entirely rational.”
Amplifying Hopkins’ voice is significant because Trump’s criticism of Omar is ostensibly that he believes she’s anti-semitic (because of her criticism of the Israeli government). But it was Hopkins who blamed last year’s mass shooting at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh on Jewish leaders’ support for migrants.
So, yeah, this idiot can’t even articulate an internally consistent racist ideology. Then again, I’m pretty sure he just reflexively condemns anyone darker than Dockers. Unless they’re wearing a stupid red hat, of course.
Now, he’ll claim this is just something he found — as if that’s a legitimate excuse for this kind of behavior from the pr*sident of the United States. Then the usual suspects will rise to his defense, and we’ll rinse and repeat.
Because Donald Trump takes no responsibility … for anything.
It’s kind of his superpower.
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