Because vandalising the cars of random strangers is progressive piety now, the very measure of heroism. Oh, and note the implied conflation of Mexican restaurant and US citizens of Mexican ancestry and illegal, criminal migrant.

I believe there’s a word for that kind of thing.

Readers are welcome to speculate as to what Madam might do upon discovering that the car she’s just vandalised – with such self-satisfaction – belongs to someone of Mexican ancestry. 

Update, via the comments, which you’re reading, of course:

What’s funny about these things, given a certain sense of humour, is the unearned moral certainty, the rush to smugness.

The posturing above, the promise of gratuitously antisocial behaviour, does fit what has become a default template, a pattern seen countless times. Some obnoxious, childish liberal woman records herself saying something childish and obnoxious – in this case, about the joys of vandalising strangers’ cars, with a bit of bigotry thrown in – and she then awaits likes and applause. As if her boast of incoherent malice were a basis for congratulation.

And when the inevitable, much deserved pushback occurs, including statements of basic logic from those she would have happily wronged, she then locks down her social media and feigns victimhood. As if she were enduring some outrageous persecution. As if a smug racist who threatens vandalism on random strangers, people she deems inferior, were an obvious candidate for sympathy. As ways to pass the time go, it’s an odd mental drama.

And just a tad self-flattering.