See, I reserve the right to decide what I care about. My caring, my choice. And I think I’ll care about things that matter to me, not things that liberal snobs care about.
I care about the interests of the United States of America more than the interests of foreign countries.
I care about Americans not being murdered here more than foreigners being murdered somewhere else.
I don’t care about the media’s peeves and whining. It brought all its misfortune upon itself with its bias, incompetence, and general scuzziness.
I don’t care about global warming. I’ll drive a gas guzzler if I feel like it.
I don’t care about someone’s preferred pronouns. He or she – pick one.
I don’t care about illegal aliens’ sob stories. Go home.
I don’t care about people who feel unsafe, unhappy, or unloved because of what I think, do, and say. Too bad. I will think, do and say what I please.
I don’t care, because I don’t feel like caring about your pet outrages, and you can’t make me.