TDS stands for Trump Derangement Syndrome. It seems to have infected a large portion of the population. People who are so afflicted are convinced that Donald Trump is the devil incarnate and everything he says or does is just more evidence that he is a bad, bad man.
I watched this video short of the Army Chorus performing at the White House. I was curious as to why the poster found this humiliating. It was hard for me to understand the lyrics, but after some rooting around I found them. It's the finale from the Broadway musical Les Miserables.
I looked in the comments to see what people were saying and they all seemed to be suffering from (or enjoying) their TDS.
I'm sorry, I don't see it. I see Trump as the liberator of the oppressed, downtrodden, deplorables from fly-over country. I thought about telling the poster that I disagreed, but you can't argue people out of their religious beliefs. I suspect the only thing that will change their minds will be when the 2 by 4 of reality hits them over the head. That 2 by 4 hasn't hit yet, but it's coming. I hope.
Do You Hear the People Sing?
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes.
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