Angry

I am angry.
I am angry that as an American I know that even the vilest of ideas must be allowed to be expressed.
I am angry that as a Christian I know that I am supposed to love my neighbors and pray for them, even the vile white supremacists and their orange leader with the small hands.
I am angry because I know that responding with violence to small penis, goose stepping, white supremacists will solve nothing but I still desire to treat them exactly as they want to treat others.
I am angry with the enablers, those who through their silence or deflection are as much of the problem as the goose stepping assholes.
I am angry with myself as well because I know that I have done nothing in my life to significantly combat this cancerous ideology in my city, state, or country.