Liberals don’t annoy me when they whine about Trump’s tweeting because I know it’s all a lie and a scam, just like everything else liberals say. They don’t care that Trump is mean to girls. These cretins brought us Bill Clinton. They don’t care that Trump is vulgar. You should see what liberals, including proggy blue checks, say to me on Twitter. Let me put it this way: after the nonstop parade of death wishes, perversion accusations, and general mouth-foaming hostility the liberals traffic in every day, I’m distinctly unimpressed by Trump calling out Mika’s chin lift.

So I refuse to care. And I don’t care. Not even a little. At most, I’m entirely indifferent to these playground spats, though I do enjoy seeing these leftist schmucks getting a taste of their own medicine. And do I love seeing the frustration of the hapless establishment when Trump just ignores its tantrums and keeps firing off tweets long after they’ve been decreed unacceptable. Trump galls them because he refuses to submit to the moral authority of the immoral. It’s beautiful.