We’ve been acquainted with the term “alt-right.” We have endured their hate speech and their threats. They seem to be entirely male and white.
We’ve been berated by their angry tweets, with innuendoes, ethnic slurs and smears (from those without accomplishments or feats).
Puzzling code words and parentheses fill their tweets and comment sections long-- a feast of paranoid conspiracies.
Resentments numerous in which they stew combined with sexism, ignorance and fear make a toxic and addicting brew.
They may go farther, deep into the night— should we ignore them or begin to fight?
Borrowing the rhyme scheme from Robert Frost's "I Have Been One Acquainted With the Night," my favorite poem. I did something like this nine years ago when the rumor mill first began to get out of hand, but it needed an update.