This is brilliant and chilling. The last line is poetry for the damned.

I just wrote a reply to another comment about how I’m tactically shifting my approach, with mild-presenting racists, to a less combative stance…but then, I don’t witness BBQ Becky in action. If I did, I suspect I’d resort to my younger, angrier, handsier self.

There’s someone in my town who has a lot of unmet needs. They drive a glossy, topless, bright orange Jeep. It’s festooned with whipping flags: Trump 2020 and ICE. I have only seen pics of this agonymobile on social media, but I sputtered to my husband, “If I saw that thing, I’d…I’d…” He finished my sentence perfectly: “…you’d point and laugh. Because that’s the worst thing you can do to someone like that, so desperate for attention.”