In my day, to 86 something meant to throw it away, shit-can it. But it wouldn't surprise me to discover that dimocrap scum have turned it into an assassination cult.
You must, MUST, keep something in mind whenever you think about or talk about dimocraps -- They are scum. You can't understand them because you are not. You can no more understand dimocrap scum than you can understand a Dung Beetle, or an Earthworm, or a cockroach.
They exist.
That's as far as it goes. That is the depth of their understanding. They hate. That is their only true emotion. Not love, they are incapable, as are all psychpaths. They only know what they want. They're not sure why they want, and they have no idea what to do with it once they get it. They just know that they want it.
They hate. They're not entirely sure why they hate, they just do. Most of them are failures in life, have no real friends, just "Rappies" that they may share some common mental disorders with and that's about it. And they are also convinced that the reason they're poor, stupid, ugly, work in a dead end job and their spouse treats them like a piece of furniture is somebody else's fault.
They're not sure who that is so they just call it "The Man". I think today they've changed the phrase to "Oligarch" Or "Trump".
The best thing to do about dimocrap scum is -- Ignore them. I do as much as possible. I 'ghost' the ones I can't completely ignore.
You'll find that your life is much richer if you keep dimocrap scum out of it. They bring nothing but dishonesty, chaos and uncertainty wherever they go. And the less you think about them, the better because --
You can't fix them.
Sometimes one of them fixes him/herself but not that often. They usually die as stupid as they were all their lives and are forgotten as soon as their larval offspring divide up their estate.
And what makes them mean is --
They know it.