Here’s a line I never open with:

“so, what you’re saying is….”

Wait. You haven’t said anything at all, have you? You safely planted that faddish keyword “fascist” in your social profile, in an article few will actually read because its headline alone and its bold-faced headers are all your target audience is looking for anyway, and will be satisfied that you are on-message without seeing for themselves that your entire message consists of sleazy triggering of emotional cues, buried in so many back-pedalings and disclaimerings and wink-nudgings that no one could ever hold you to having said anything at all.

Which, you haven’t.

A masterpiece, of meaningless, content-free, social-media, middle-class-pseudoleftist boilerplate. A perfect fit, with all that came before it and all still to come, and you can congratulate yourself for having rubbed your magic lamp and made your genie appear, to grant you your three wishes of being seen, being seen, and being seen, saying something, anything (amounting to nothing of any substance) less-than-favorable about everybody’s favorite love-to-hate-him politician.