If this kind of crap is successful, those of you who gleefully point it out will have to take some of the blame...we have enough fear-mongering through the predictions and dire warnings from ths shrub et al without generating more. I am reminded of the last part of a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (my emphasis):

You never can tell what your thoughts will do
In bringing you hate or love,
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe--
Each thing must create its kind,
And they speed o'er the track to bring you back
Whatever went out from your mind.

That goes for WORDS, too.