And because I have feelings that are fuckable, I've been meditating on the manner of man -- or woman -- who would display that notice, proudly and prominently -- and what feelings, specifically, he/she intends to fuck.
The bullying instinct in the cult has rarely been better expressed. Don't you try to imagine what this person looks like, the carriage, the shell? A January 6th commando? A cowboy? A steer wrangler? Or your local dry cleaner with something to prove?
It's a man put that up. Because it's a dick-thing, this display of aggression against weakness. (Madison Cawthorn, call your office.) "In red world," says David French, who should know, “you’re weak, you’re a coward” -- as a public accusation -- could end a career or birth a homicide.
In Trumpland this accusation of weakness and cowardice is used as a weapon to keep people in line, because Trump himself defined support for this movement as evidence of your strength.
Trump rallies -- always full to the brim with display -- of swagger, of meanness, of contempt for a long list of enemies, harassment of the press, fist-fights in the audience -- those rallies were rock concerts for a gang that feels slighted and wants to kick ass, who want to take some revenge on late capitalism for putting a new educated class of people ("libs") in charge of everything.
The stereotypical bully intimidates where it's safe to intimidate, the essence of the Trump persona itself. David French: "Trump is a guy who when he can feel like he can intimidate and bully, he’s all in. When there’s real risk to himself, he’s all out."
Or was that guy in the truck with the sign one who would take a weapon to the Capitol? Or to a school board meeting?