In a video from last week, Prickett revealed that she lost even more Trump-supporting clients, saying, “They’re dropping like flies.” 

Prickett added for emphasis that she would “rather go work at Chipotle” than allow Trump supporters to “feel comfortable” in her salon.

Since her tirade went viral, the website for Prickett’s Voiage Salon no longer appears to be active.

Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. 

But taking a step back, the more I think about this, the less I think this is about the bad orange man, but some psychological addiction born by... well, I'm not sure exactly. My theories are numerous, but I can tell you that it all revolves around the upkeep of a self-image. 

Let's start with the obvious. These people didn't just start existing when Trump arrived on the scene. I can remember in my early twenties, working at a camera store in Georgia, a woman came in wearing a "Buck Fush" pin on her shirt. She waited for an opportunity to unleash about her hatred of George W, and took it when I merely glanced at her button. Even during one of the phone calls I would get at the store, one woman took the opportunity to tell me how awful Republicans are... I hadn't even mentioned anything political. We were just talking about the proper way to handle 35mm film. 

Dick Cheney was also just the epitome of evil. So was Mitt Romney, who hated women because he had binders full of them. Let's not forget John McCain, who also was everything wrong with the world. Each of these people was accused of being radical dictators on par with that German guy from the 1940s. Each of them hated women, and none of them were fit to lead. 

Until they were totally awesome. The Cheneys are a name now held in reverence on the left, Romney is just some dude the left couldn't care less about, and McCain has been held up as the perfect example of how to be a good Republican by the left on multiple occasions. 

Do you see the pattern? Each of these men were, at one point, very popular villains that it was in vogue to speak out against and hate. It was addicting to do so, and moreover, the feeling of superiority you got from hating the people who supported these pop-villains got you so high that heroin was tame by comparison. This drug was boundless and cost nothing. You could inject yourself with it during any conversation with someone else. 

The drug allowed you to feel something without guilt, that you're a good person and better than other people.

But like every other drug, the addiction will cost you a lot in the end. In the case of Prickett, the salon owner, it's probably going to cost her her business, and likely some of her friends. This is okay, though. The nature of this drug is that every setback it causes is never the fault of the addict. It only reinforces the delusion that they're standing on the right side of history alone, and they tell themselves this is a very noble thing to do. Moreover, it only allows them to buckle down on the idea that everything that ever goes wrong is "their" fault. 

No amount of proof will convince them otherwise, because their true addiction isn't hating Trump, or even any other politician, it's loving an idealized version of themselves.