Paramount Global. Democracy is fragile and clearly is under attack. Capitulation from yet another giant such as yourself will end the way in which you can broadcast and personal constitutional rights. Look at Russia. Use your power while you still have it to save America.
Paramount Global. Democracy is fragile and clearly is under attack. Capitulation from yet another giant such as yourself will end the way in which you can broadcast and personal constitutional rights. Look at Russia. Use your power while you still have it to save America.
Trump — a failed casino clown, a draft-dodging coward with a gold toilet and a black heart — never built anything real in his life. His empire was built on air, debt, branding, and bluster. No integrity. No strategy. Just noise, lawsuits, and other people’s money.
And now he’s back. Not just back in politics. Back in power.
Controlling the GOP like a cult leader. Turning the Supreme Court into a wrecking crew. Holding the nation hostage with threats of violence, lies, and mass delusion.
We are not in a post-Trump era. We are in the late-stage Trumpist regime. And it all began with Roy Cohn.
ACT I: Mentored by a Monster
Roy Cohn — McCarthy’s hitman. A closeted, vicious, scorched-earth operator. Trump's shadow tutor.
Cohn taught Trump the gospel of shamelessness:
Never apologize.
Never admit.
Attack harder when you’re guilty.
Turn truth into a weapon.
Trump took notes. Built his entire public life on this moral sewage. And it worked. Because America was primed for it. Primed by reality TV, by decades of consumer rot, by institutional cowardice, and by a broken press addicted to balance over truth.
What followed was a con job on a national scale.
ACT II: Captain Bone Spurs Rides Again
He dodged Vietnam with fake bone spurs — but paraded as a wartime president against immigrants, journalists, women, minorities, and anyone who told the truth.
He lost the 2020 election — and turned that loss into a fundraising goldmine and a slow coup. He cheered on the January 6th terrorists — then pretended he was the victim. He called soldiers “suckers and losers” — while wrapping himself in the flag like a defiled relic.
And now, like a horror sequel nobody asked for, he’s back on the ballot — but never really off the throne. The institutions that could have stopped him? They flinched. They hedged. They waited for “norms” to do the job.
But you don’t stop fascism with norms. You don’t reason with a man who has no concept of reason. You don’t appeal to shame when you’re facing a sociopath who views shame as weakness.
This isn’t political anymore. It’s pathological.
ACT III: The Traitor’s Court
Look at the rogues’ gallery he leads:
Giuliani: A greasy ghoul with teeth stained by lies and red wine.
Bannon: A fascist huckster powered by meth, hate, and podcast donations.
Flynn: A former general turned QAnon puppet, spouting theocratic garbage.
Roger Stone: Tattooed Nixon on his back, treason in his mouth.
Kari Lake, MTG, Boebert, Gaetz: A walking anti-intellectual meltdown.
And behind it all: Rupert Murdoch, poisoning the national bloodstream from a penthouse far away, as his media empire manufactures outrage, division, and fantasy 24/7.
Fox News isn’t news. It’s a weapon. A propaganda howitzer aimed straight at the brainstem of Middle America.
They’ve normalized the abnormal. Sanitized sedition. Gave treason a chyron and a commercial break.
ACT IV: A Mind War
This is psychological warfare. Not against an enemy abroad — but against the American people.
Years of disinformation, grievance politics, white resentment, and Christian nationalism have created a nation where millions now believe democracy is optional, violence is patriotic, and Trump is some kind of divine instrument.
This is not normal. This is not political disagreement. This is a cult of organized madness.
We have Americans saluting a man who tried to end democracy and will try again.
And we have institutions, billionaires, and media execs who are fine with it as long as the checks keep clearing.
ACT V: The End of Illusion
Captain Bone Spurs never served. Never sacrificed. Never cared.
He is a walking void — filled only with greed, vengeance, and the deep, lizard-brain need to never be wrong. And that makes him extremely dangerous. Because when he fails again — and he will — he’ll bring as much of the country down with him as he can.
We are past the warning signs. We are past satire. We are staring into the abyss, and half the country thinks it’s just a campaign ad.
This house is not divided. It’s on fire. And dreck like this man — and the propaganda system that birthed him — must be torn down, root and stem.
This is not politics. This is survival. The propaganda must end. The Murdoch empire must be broken. The criminal syndicate posing as a movement must be exposed for what it is: a rotting death cult wrapped in a flag, wielding a Bible, and aiming a gun at the Constitution.
Call it what it is: fascism, American-style. And stop waiting for someone else to stop it.
Title: Memorial Day Briefing: When the Generals Met the Grifters
Setting: A Secure Tactical Bunker – Location Classified, Time Eternal
The war room’s steel door hissed open. General George S. Patton was first through it, boots thudding like judgment. He wore his trademark helmet and twin pearl-handled Colts — more ceremonial now, but the gleam in his eye said he’d still use them if duty called.
Next came General Omar Bradley. Measured, calm, the “soldier’s general.” He had the look of a man ready to assess, weigh, and render judgment with surgical clarity.
Behind him, General Mark Clark — ever sharp, analytical, and diplomatic when needed — surveyed the scene with a seasoned general’s disdain for nonsense.
Bringing up the rear, chain-smoking and muttering, was Walter Bedell “Beetle” Smith, Eisenhower’s wartime chief of staff. He looked like he’d already seen too much — and wasn't surprised this meeting was happening.
Laid out before them: dossiers, video evidence, testimonies, indictments — the whole unholy mess of the modern American clown show. A rogue’s gallery led by Donald Trump and propped up by Giuliani, Bannon, Stone, Flynn, Eastman, and a choir of stooges so loud it drowned out logic.
Act I: The Briefing
Beetle Smith squinted at the video monitor. “This one tried to say windmills cause cancer.”
Bradley flipped through a file. “Trump dodged the draft for bone spurs, then mocked POWs. This is who led the armed forces?”
“He didn’t lead,” Clark muttered. “He marketed. Different thing entirely.”
Patton growled, “If I’d caught him during the war claiming leadership, I’d have kicked his gold-plated ass across the Maginot Line. You don’t get to wave the flag with one hand while pocketing the treasury with the other.”
“Let’s talk about this ‘rally’,” Bradley said, pointing to January 6th footage. “He sent civilians to storm their own Capitol. Incited rebellion. Hid behind lawyers.”
Beetle coughed through his smoke. “This is fascism with spray tan. Hitler had uniforms. This guy had merch.”
Clark leaned forward. “And still, he claims patriotism. Claims to love the troops.”
Bradley locked eyes with the others. “We buried the real patriots. They never bragged. They bled. And this man would’ve left them to die if it helped his poll numbers.”
Act II: The Holding Pen
The door to the observation room opened. The generals stood behind one-way glass, looking into the containment area where the modern criminals sat.
Trump lounged like a bloated Caesar. Giuliani’s hair dye was dripping again. Bannon looked like he’d been soaking in bourbon and conspiracy theories. The rest yakked into cameras or practiced confused versions of the Constitution.
Bradley spoke first. “I fought alongside men who’d die for democracy. These people wouldn’t miss brunch for it.”
Patton paced. “He talks about greatness, but he’s never served, never sacrificed, never stood for anything but himself. If cowardice were a currency, this room could fund a moon mission.”
Beetle Smith chuckled bitterly. “The Nazis were evil. These clowns are evil and incompetent. It’s like Boris and Natasha joined forces with the Ku Klux Klan and hired the Three Stooges for strategy.”
Clark added, “It’s not just Trump. It’s the ecosystem. Grifters, liars, media stooges. They’ve turned democracy into a pay-per-view grudge match.”
Act III: The Verdict
Patton slammed his fist on the table. “This isn’t politics. It’s treason wrapped in reality TV. The only thing these men ever fought for was airtime.”
Bradley spoke calmly but firmly. “They mock everything we stood for. The Constitution. The truth. The lives lost in Europe, the Pacific, North Africa. This… what we’re seeing… is a betrayal.”
Beetle exhaled. “Let history record: we were called to fight monsters. These are parasites. Worse in some ways. At least monsters had the decency to be obvious.”
Clark stood. “Then let the record show: had these men lived in our time, they wouldn’t be generals. They wouldn’t be heroes. They’d be cellmates.”
Memorial Day – Then and Now
Today, we honor the soldiers who gave everything.
But we must also call out those who dishonor them — with lies, cowardice, and corruption cloaked in faux patriotism.
Patton would’ve slapped the smug off their faces. Bradley would’ve dismantled them with truth. Clark would’ve cornered them with facts. And Beetle Smith would’ve filed them under “Enemies, Domestic.”
They fought real evil. What we’re fighting now is dressed as a joke — and that’s how it gets away with it.
I’ve crafted it in the tone of a concerned and informed constituent with reference to the bill’s contents and constitutional implications. Since no official bill number is provided in public documents, I will refer to it as the "One Big Beautiful Bill Act (OBBBA)" for clarity—but you can insert the specific bill number (e.g., H.R. ####) once known.
[Your Full Name] [Your Address] [City, State, ZIP Code] [Email Address] [Date]
To: All Republican Members of the United States Senate Washington, D.C.
RE: Opposition to the "One Big Beautiful Bill Act" – A Moral and Fiscal Betrayal
Dear Senators,
As an informed American citizen and constituent, I am writing to express my unequivocal opposition to the so-called “One Big Beautiful Bill Act” (OBBBA), recently passed by the House of Representatives and now under consideration in the Senate.
Despite its name, there is nothing admirable about this legislation. We are well aware of the contents of this bill—thanks to public reporting and legislative analysis—and we reject it in full. If passed, this bill would constitute a historic betrayal of working-class Americans, seniors, low-income families, and the future stability of the United States.
Key Provisions We Oppose:
$3.8 trillion increase to the national deficit, primarily to fund tax cuts for the ultra-wealthy and corporations.
Deep and dangerous cuts to Medicare, Medicaid, and SNAP, putting millions at risk of hunger and health crises.
The elimination of green energy incentives, worsening climate vulnerability and undermining U.S. innovation.
Massive tax exemptions for estates and pass-through entities, serving only the richest Americans while the rest struggle to afford groceries, housing, and healthcare.
Expansions in defense and border enforcement spending with no accountability or long-term benefit to national security or public welfare.
This bill is not merely flawed—it is a deliberate assault on the most vulnerable Americans. It is a grotesque redistribution of wealth upward, achieved by sacrificing basic protections for the elderly, disabled, and working poor.
Your Role: A Test of Conscience and Constitutional Duty
The Senate was not designed to be a rubber stamp for ideological extremism or corporate greed. Your responsibility is not to any individual or party, but to the Constitution and the American people.
If you choose to support this bill, you are complicit in enacting legislation that intentionally increases suffering and consolidates power into the hands of the few. This bill is not policy—it is economic violence in legislative form.
Our Response
We, the American people, are watching. We are organizing. We will challenge this bill in the public square, in the courts, and at the ballot box. Your support for this legislation will not be forgotten or forgiven.
This is a legal, moral, and civic disgrace, and we call on you—urgently—to vote against this catastrophic legislation and restore some measure of sanity, humanity, and decency to your office.
Yes, I might sound unhinged — but how else should a sane person respond to this madness?
Those of us who believed in building a just country, those who fought and sacrificed and struggled for progress — we’re watching it all be burned down in real time. The dream we invested in is slipping into the hands of a cult, not a government. This has nothing to do with governance, law, or leadership. It's about blind devotion, manipulation, and rage.
The wealth of this country was built on slavery and centuries of institutionalized misery. We endured a Civil War. We suffered through the Great Depression, Vietnam, assassinations, injustice upon injustice. And through all that, we believed — however naively — that maybe, just maybe, we were getting somewhere. That we were evolving as a species. That truth, equality, reason, and democracy might finally triumph.
Instead, what did we do?
We handed the megaphone to the lowest, loudest voices. We coddled ignorance and called it "freedom." We allowed propaganda to parade as journalism. We surrendered facts to feelings. And now, here we are, teetering on the edge of fascism again — despite knowing where that road leads.
And yes, I have written volumes. I have essays, articles, and warnings ready to go — but what’s the point? Everything that needs to be said has been said. The people we most desperately need to reach won’t listen. Not because they disagree, but because they can’t. They’re in a cult. They’ve given up their critical thinking in exchange for identity, grievance, and a false sense of belonging.
Donald Trump couldn't run a public toilet without fouling it up. And yet he’s propped up by a cabal of criminals, grifters, and sociopaths who know exactly what they’re doing. These are not patriots. These are not Christians. These are not leaders. These are parasites who feed on chaos, fear, and ignorance.
And we let it happen.
Why?
Because we failed to protect the First Amendment from abuse. Because Obama — as brilliant and articulate as he was — lacked the political courage to confront the rising tide of disinformation. Because Democrats believed the system would hold. It didn’t.
We allowed lies to become law. We allowed Rupert Murdoch to poison the minds of millions. We allowed Facebook, YouTube, and Fox News to turn ignorance into a product and fear into a lifestyle.
And now, here we are — shouting into the abyss, knowing that truth doesn’t matter anymore to the ones who most need it.
So yes, I’m angry. Yes, I sound unhinged. But if you’re not angry right now, then you’re not paying attention.
Paramount Global. Democracy is fragile and clearly is under attack. Capitulation from yet another giant such as yourself will end the way in which you can broadcast and personal constitutional rights. Look at Russia. Use your power while you still have it to save America.
The Ride of Captain Bone Spurs
A Brutal History of a Nation Hijacked
He never earned it. He just took it.
Trump — a failed casino clown, a draft-dodging coward with a gold toilet and a black heart — never built anything real in his life. His empire was built on air, debt, branding, and bluster. No integrity. No strategy. Just noise, lawsuits, and other people’s money.
And now he’s back. Not just back in politics. Back in power.
Controlling the GOP like a cult leader. Turning the Supreme Court into a wrecking crew. Holding the nation hostage with threats of violence, lies, and mass delusion.
We are not in a post-Trump era. We are in the late-stage Trumpist regime. And it all began with Roy Cohn.
ACT I: Mentored by a Monster
Roy Cohn — McCarthy’s hitman. A closeted, vicious, scorched-earth operator. Trump's shadow tutor.
Cohn taught Trump the gospel of shamelessness:
Never apologize.
Never admit.
Attack harder when you’re guilty.
Turn truth into a weapon.
Trump took notes. Built his entire public life on this moral sewage. And it worked. Because America was primed for it. Primed by reality TV, by decades of consumer rot, by institutional cowardice, and by a broken press addicted to balance over truth.
What followed was a con job on a national scale.
ACT II: Captain Bone Spurs Rides Again
He dodged Vietnam with fake bone spurs — but paraded as a wartime president against immigrants, journalists, women, minorities, and anyone who told the truth.
He lost the 2020 election — and turned that loss into a fundraising goldmine and a slow coup. He cheered on the January 6th terrorists — then pretended he was the victim. He called soldiers “suckers and losers” — while wrapping himself in the flag like a defiled relic.
And now, like a horror sequel nobody asked for, he’s back on the ballot — but never really off the throne. The institutions that could have stopped him? They flinched. They hedged. They waited for “norms” to do the job.
But you don’t stop fascism with norms. You don’t reason with a man who has no concept of reason. You don’t appeal to shame when you’re facing a sociopath who views shame as weakness.
This isn’t political anymore. It’s pathological.
ACT III: The Traitor’s Court
Look at the rogues’ gallery he leads:
Giuliani: A greasy ghoul with teeth stained by lies and red wine.
Bannon: A fascist huckster powered by meth, hate, and podcast donations.
Flynn: A former general turned QAnon puppet, spouting theocratic garbage.
Roger Stone: Tattooed Nixon on his back, treason in his mouth.
Kari Lake, MTG, Boebert, Gaetz: A walking anti-intellectual meltdown.
And behind it all: Rupert Murdoch, poisoning the national bloodstream from a penthouse far away, as his media empire manufactures outrage, division, and fantasy 24/7.
Fox News isn’t news. It’s a weapon. A propaganda howitzer aimed straight at the brainstem of Middle America.
They’ve normalized the abnormal. Sanitized sedition. Gave treason a chyron and a commercial break.
ACT IV: A Mind War
This is psychological warfare. Not against an enemy abroad — but against the American people.
Years of disinformation, grievance politics, white resentment, and Christian nationalism have created a nation where millions now believe democracy is optional, violence is patriotic, and Trump is some kind of divine instrument.
This is not normal. This is not political disagreement. This is a cult of organized madness.
We have Americans saluting a man who tried to end democracy and will try again.
And we have institutions, billionaires, and media execs who are fine with it as long as the checks keep clearing.
ACT V: The End of Illusion
Captain Bone Spurs never served. Never sacrificed. Never cared.
He is a walking void — filled only with greed, vengeance, and the deep, lizard-brain need to never be wrong. And that makes him extremely dangerous. Because when he fails again — and he will — he’ll bring as much of the country down with him as he can.
We are past the warning signs. We are past satire. We are staring into the abyss, and half the country thinks it’s just a campaign ad.
This house is not divided. It’s on fire. And dreck like this man — and the propaganda system that birthed him — must be torn down, root and stem.
This is not politics. This is survival. The propaganda must end. The Murdoch empire must be broken. The criminal syndicate posing as a movement must be exposed for what it is: a rotting death cult wrapped in a flag, wielding a Bible, and aiming a gun at the Constitution.
Call it what it is: fascism, American-style. And stop waiting for someone else to stop it.
Title: Memorial Day Briefing: When the Generals Met the Grifters
Setting: A Secure Tactical Bunker – Location Classified, Time Eternal
The war room’s steel door hissed open. General George S. Patton was first through it, boots thudding like judgment. He wore his trademark helmet and twin pearl-handled Colts — more ceremonial now, but the gleam in his eye said he’d still use them if duty called.
Next came General Omar Bradley. Measured, calm, the “soldier’s general.” He had the look of a man ready to assess, weigh, and render judgment with surgical clarity.
Behind him, General Mark Clark — ever sharp, analytical, and diplomatic when needed — surveyed the scene with a seasoned general’s disdain for nonsense.
Bringing up the rear, chain-smoking and muttering, was Walter Bedell “Beetle” Smith, Eisenhower’s wartime chief of staff. He looked like he’d already seen too much — and wasn't surprised this meeting was happening.
Laid out before them: dossiers, video evidence, testimonies, indictments — the whole unholy mess of the modern American clown show. A rogue’s gallery led by Donald Trump and propped up by Giuliani, Bannon, Stone, Flynn, Eastman, and a choir of stooges so loud it drowned out logic.
Act I: The Briefing
Beetle Smith squinted at the video monitor. “This one tried to say windmills cause cancer.”
Bradley flipped through a file. “Trump dodged the draft for bone spurs, then mocked POWs. This is who led the armed forces?”
“He didn’t lead,” Clark muttered. “He marketed. Different thing entirely.”
Patton growled, “If I’d caught him during the war claiming leadership, I’d have kicked his gold-plated ass across the Maginot Line. You don’t get to wave the flag with one hand while pocketing the treasury with the other.”
“Let’s talk about this ‘rally’,” Bradley said, pointing to January 6th footage. “He sent civilians to storm their own Capitol. Incited rebellion. Hid behind lawyers.”
Beetle coughed through his smoke. “This is fascism with spray tan. Hitler had uniforms. This guy had merch.”
Clark leaned forward. “And still, he claims patriotism. Claims to love the troops.”
Bradley locked eyes with the others. “We buried the real patriots. They never bragged. They bled. And this man would’ve left them to die if it helped his poll numbers.”
Act II: The Holding Pen
The door to the observation room opened. The generals stood behind one-way glass, looking into the containment area where the modern criminals sat.
Trump lounged like a bloated Caesar. Giuliani’s hair dye was dripping again. Bannon looked like he’d been soaking in bourbon and conspiracy theories. The rest yakked into cameras or practiced confused versions of the Constitution.
Bradley spoke first. “I fought alongside men who’d die for democracy. These people wouldn’t miss brunch for it.”
Patton paced. “He talks about greatness, but he’s never served, never sacrificed, never stood for anything but himself. If cowardice were a currency, this room could fund a moon mission.”
Beetle Smith chuckled bitterly. “The Nazis were evil. These clowns are evil and incompetent. It’s like Boris and Natasha joined forces with the Ku Klux Klan and hired the Three Stooges for strategy.”
Clark added, “It’s not just Trump. It’s the ecosystem. Grifters, liars, media stooges. They’ve turned democracy into a pay-per-view grudge match.”
Act III: The Verdict
Patton slammed his fist on the table. “This isn’t politics. It’s treason wrapped in reality TV. The only thing these men ever fought for was airtime.”
Bradley spoke calmly but firmly. “They mock everything we stood for. The Constitution. The truth. The lives lost in Europe, the Pacific, North Africa. This… what we’re seeing… is a betrayal.”
Beetle exhaled. “Let history record: we were called to fight monsters. These are parasites. Worse in some ways. At least monsters had the decency to be obvious.”
Clark stood. “Then let the record show: had these men lived in our time, they wouldn’t be generals. They wouldn’t be heroes. They’d be cellmates.”
Memorial Day – Then and Now
Today, we honor the soldiers who gave everything.
But we must also call out those who dishonor them — with lies, cowardice, and corruption cloaked in faux patriotism.
Patton would’ve slapped the smug off their faces. Bradley would’ve dismantled them with truth. Clark would’ve cornered them with facts. And Beetle Smith would’ve filed them under “Enemies, Domestic.”
They fought real evil. What we’re fighting now is dressed as a joke — and that’s how it gets away with it.
I’ve crafted it in the tone of a concerned and informed constituent with reference to the bill’s contents and constitutional implications. Since no official bill number is provided in public documents, I will refer to it as the "One Big Beautiful Bill Act (OBBBA)" for clarity—but you can insert the specific bill number (e.g., H.R. ####) once known.
[Your Full Name] [Your Address] [City, State, ZIP Code] [Email Address] [Date]
To: All Republican Members of the United States Senate Washington, D.C.
RE: Opposition to the "One Big Beautiful Bill Act" – A Moral and Fiscal Betrayal
Dear Senators,
As an informed American citizen and constituent, I am writing to express my unequivocal opposition to the so-called “One Big Beautiful Bill Act” (OBBBA), recently passed by the House of Representatives and now under consideration in the Senate.
Despite its name, there is nothing admirable about this legislation. We are well aware of the contents of this bill—thanks to public reporting and legislative analysis—and we reject it in full. If passed, this bill would constitute a historic betrayal of working-class Americans, seniors, low-income families, and the future stability of the United States.
Key Provisions We Oppose:
$3.8 trillion increase to the national deficit, primarily to fund tax cuts for the ultra-wealthy and corporations.
Deep and dangerous cuts to Medicare, Medicaid, and SNAP, putting millions at risk of hunger and health crises.
The elimination of green energy incentives, worsening climate vulnerability and undermining U.S. innovation.
Massive tax exemptions for estates and pass-through entities, serving only the richest Americans while the rest struggle to afford groceries, housing, and healthcare.
Expansions in defense and border enforcement spending with no accountability or long-term benefit to national security or public welfare.
This bill is not merely flawed—it is a deliberate assault on the most vulnerable Americans. It is a grotesque redistribution of wealth upward, achieved by sacrificing basic protections for the elderly, disabled, and working poor.
Your Role: A Test of Conscience and Constitutional Duty
The Senate was not designed to be a rubber stamp for ideological extremism or corporate greed. Your responsibility is not to any individual or party, but to the Constitution and the American people.
If you choose to support this bill, you are complicit in enacting legislation that intentionally increases suffering and consolidates power into the hands of the few. This bill is not policy—it is economic violence in legislative form.
Our Response
We, the American people, are watching. We are organizing. We will challenge this bill in the public square, in the courts, and at the ballot box. Your support for this legislation will not be forgotten or forgiven.
This is a legal, moral, and civic disgrace, and we call on you—urgently—to vote against this catastrophic legislation and restore some measure of sanity, humanity, and decency to your office.
Sincerely,
Yes, I might sound unhinged — but how else should a sane person respond to this madness?
Those of us who believed in building a just country, those who fought and sacrificed and struggled for progress — we’re watching it all be burned down in real time. The dream we invested in is slipping into the hands of a cult, not a government. This has nothing to do with governance, law, or leadership. It's about blind devotion, manipulation, and rage.
The wealth of this country was built on slavery and centuries of institutionalized misery. We endured a Civil War. We suffered through the Great Depression, Vietnam, assassinations, injustice upon injustice. And through all that, we believed — however naively — that maybe, just maybe, we were getting somewhere. That we were evolving as a species. That truth, equality, reason, and democracy might finally triumph.
Instead, what did we do?
We handed the megaphone to the lowest, loudest voices. We coddled ignorance and called it "freedom." We allowed propaganda to parade as journalism. We surrendered facts to feelings. And now, here we are, teetering on the edge of fascism again — despite knowing where that road leads.
And yes, I have written volumes. I have essays, articles, and warnings ready to go — but what’s the point? Everything that needs to be said has been said. The people we most desperately need to reach won’t listen. Not because they disagree, but because they can’t. They’re in a cult. They’ve given up their critical thinking in exchange for identity, grievance, and a false sense of belonging.
Donald Trump couldn't run a public toilet without fouling it up. And yet he’s propped up by a cabal of criminals, grifters, and sociopaths who know exactly what they’re doing. These are not patriots. These are not Christians. These are not leaders. These are parasites who feed on chaos, fear, and ignorance.
And we let it happen.
Why?
Because we failed to protect the First Amendment from abuse. Because Obama — as brilliant and articulate as he was — lacked the political courage to confront the rising tide of disinformation. Because Democrats believed the system would hold. It didn’t.
We allowed lies to become law. We allowed Rupert Murdoch to poison the minds of millions. We allowed Facebook, YouTube, and Fox News to turn ignorance into a product and fear into a lifestyle.
And now, here we are — shouting into the abyss, knowing that truth doesn’t matter anymore to the ones who most need it.
So yes, I’m angry. Yes, I sound unhinged. But if you’re not angry right now, then you’re not paying attention.