I apologize if I missed the indignation when opponents of Trump actually making arguments were called libtards and shillaries and snowflakes, or when suggestions that the insulting double-entendre nickname applied to the first lady by a dope-addled radio huckster might be racist were met with incredulous derision, and so forth, and on and on, but we must move with the times. Catcalls from the balcony are the price of power. Boo hoo pobrecito, pull out your crying towel. Don't like that the playbook has fallen into the wrong hands? Suck it up, buttercup.
There has been plenty of analysis and discourse about why it would be a bad idea to elect a reckless xenophobic misogynistic lying psychopath as president, but here we are, and if you don't like the way the social warriors and feminazis characterize the lunatic who can stand in the rain and say God stopped it for his speech, or who threatens to invade Mexico, well cry us a river.