Could we, without relentlessly criticizing, let people have their pumpkin spice, and avacado toast, and their fandoms, and their D&D, and their too-early-Halloween-decorations, and whatever little harmless things in which they’ve manage to find a tiny shriveled flower of joy?
Just because I support Trump doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything he does. That’s like saying I love every episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Even the ones where George O’Malley and Derek Shepard died.