From Roger C. in Texas

Dear Auntie Fah -I’ve been following your page for a while now but I have to be honest the constant negativity toward Donald Trump and the MAGA movement is getting  exhausted. It feels like every time I see a post there’s another piece slamming the people who just want to see this country succeed. From where I’m sitting being "MAGA" is about wanting a strong economy secure borders and a country that actually puts it’s own citizens first. When you spend all your time attacking that it starts to feel like you don’t just hate the man or the movement it feels like you actually hate the country itself. It’s confusing to me why someone would stay somewhere they seem to hate so much. If the direction so many Americans want to take is that offensive to you why don’t you just gtfo. I’m not saying we can’t disagree but the constant libtard hate make it seem like you lost touch with why people love this country in the first place. I’d love to see you try to understand our side for once instead of just looking down on us.

Signed Roger C. in TX

Dear Roger C. in Texas,

Roger, honey… come here. Sit. Auntie’s gonna talk to you like someone who actually cares whether you’re getting the full picture, not just the one piped into your tent like a gas leak.

You wrote that you’re tired of all the “negativity” toward Trump and MAGA. And I get it — if you’re inside that world, it probably feels like Auntie’s picking on your favorite football team. But sweetheart, I’m not yelling at the fans. I’m yelling at the coach who keeps lighting the field on fire and telling you it’s part of the playbook.

You said MAGA wants a strong economy.
Roger… darling… the stock market is not the economy. That’s the economy for people who own yachts and get invited to fundraisers with shrimp towers. The economy regular Americans feel is the one where groceries cost a kidney, rent is a competitive sport, and you’re paying more for everyday products because someone thought tariffs were a cute way to cosplay toughness.

And those tariffs? They didn’t punish China. They punished you. They punished your neighbors. They punished every small business trying to keep the lights on while their supply costs doubled. That’s not strength. That’s self‑inflicted shin splints.

You said you want border security.
Of course you do. Most people do. But ICE running around the interior like a deputized cosplay militia isn’t border security. That’s Stephen Miller’s fever‑dream quota system — the ICEstapo nonsense that terrorizes communities nowhere near a border. That’s not safety. That’s intimidation dressed up as patriotism. 

And when you say “put Americans first,” I need you to look me in the eye for this part:
Which Americans, sweetheart?
Because the policies you’re defending sure as hell aren’t putting working families first. They’re putting billionaires first. They’re putting donors first. They’re putting the already‑comfortable first. Meanwhile the rest of you are told to be grateful for crumbs and chaos.

You asked why someone would stay in a country if they don’t like the direction it’s going.
Oh Roger… that’s precious. Truly.
Auntie leaves when the Constitution is dead. Auntie leaves when authoritarianism isn’t creeping but has fully unpacked its suitcase. Auntie leaves when dissent is illegal and truth is contraband.

Until then?
She stays.
She fights.
She loves this country loudly enough to demand it stop hurting the people who live in it.

And you said you want me to understand your side.
Roger, I do. I understand it better than you think. I grew up with your side. I’ve eaten casseroles with your side. I’ve listened to your side explain how everything is terrible while voting for the people who set the fire.

I understand you.
I just don’t agree with you.
And disagreement isn’t hatred — it’s participation.

You wrote because something in you is unsettled. Something doesn’t add up. Something feels off. And that’s good. That’s the part of you that’s still awake.

Auntie’s here for that part.
Always.

With affection, a raised eyebrow, and a gentle “oh honey, no,”
Auntie Fah