King Donald is stomping his feet

My friends, today I am going to spend some time in the Mojave Desert. It is quiet there.

All of the noise fades away, and when it does, something becomes clear.

The phones in our hands and the blaring screens distract us, and when they do, they make us look down over and over again.

Looking down comes at a cost. The price is forgetting to look up and around, which is necessary to see where you are, and where you are going.

Look at these people:

Look at these women:

Hot stuff!

USA! USA! USA! USA!

Look at the credibly accused rapist and drunk, the former Fox morning show character Pete Hegseth:

Military transport planes are performing sky theater for MAGA nitwits as they haul chained migrants around the western hemisphere, looking for landing spots in the name of provoking international confrontation.

The FBI is being purged. Loyalty to Trump is the only currency that matters. Heil Trump!

The unelected Musk and his team are locking government officials out of their computers, offices and buildings. Apparently, they have demanded access to the governments payment systems and have asserted powers they have no rights to assert.

Heil Trump!

King Donald has stomped and huffed and shaken things up!

According to the corrupt media that serves as his indispensable foil at the hourly follies where stupidity meets in a deranged mating ritual between power and obeisance, His Majesty the Emperor has been decisive and 49.9 per cent of the people are cheering.

The Democratic Party is mostly silent. The Democratic House didn’t even bother to show up in Washington to defend the institutions they serve.

This appalling moment is both frightening and disgusting, but the end is already in sight.

This will all topple over.

In some sense, it already is.

Here’s where Stephen Miller’s insanity meets reality as he tries to blame the media for this week’s massive federal funding freeze:

Trump is unfit and his government is a moral disaster, constitutional crisis, unpatriotic grift and corrupt gang all at once. When Donald Trump sways to “The Village People,” he is the cobra who has hypnotized his charmers.

It will all break at first bite, and it is surely coming.

Trump’s team of proverbial drunk drivers gets liquored up everyday by 10 am, and hits the road by noon for a day of driving and careening around. The crashes will come.

When they do, King Donald will blame DEI when roiling his imbeciles into frothy vituperations. He will trigger his opponents into acts of compounding stupidities. He will lie to the people until the day he stands fully naked in front of the orneriest and most impatient people on Earth.

The only thing that Donald ever succeeded at was conning people until the conman became a TV character and the character became a president, who tried to burn down what Washington bequeathed, Lincoln redeemed, FDR saved, and King emancipated.

Someday soon, people will say something simple: make it stop.

When they do, it will stop.

Until then, I will be listening to the sound of a stirring.

A rising.

These words saved America at the very beginning.

They remain as a gift. They are an inheritance.

Imagine they could be kept in a box and opened.

I would urge you to open them because every word is as true today as it was then.

Understand something plainly: people are coming to take precious things from you.

Read this from Thomas Paine’s The American Crisis:

Yet panics, in some cases, have their uses; they produce as much good as hurt. Their duration is always short; the mind soon grows through them, and acquires a firmer habit than before.

But their peculiar advantage is, that they are the touchstones of sincerity and hypocrisy, and bring things and men to light, which might otherwise have lain forever undiscovered.

In fact, they have the same effect on secret traitors, which an imaginary apparition would have upon a private murderer. They sift out the hidden thoughts of man, and hold them up in public to the world….

There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one.

There are persons, too, who see not the full extent of the evil which threatens them; they solace themselves with hopes that the enemy, if he succeed, will be merciful.

It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf, and we ought to guard equally against both.”

We all know what is written below is true . They belong to you. Without them there would be no United States. They saved the country and lifted the continental army from despair to its first great victory on Christmas Day.

THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.

Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.

Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.

Do not tremble or fear Donald Trump. Fear is his power, and it is illusory if you deny him that control. Americans do not fear tyrants or their cheap imitators — and certainly not hustlers trying in a Caesar’s cloak. With regard to Trump, it doesn’t fit.

Donald Trump believes that he his Carlo Gambino, Capo di tutti capi.

He is playing out the role of John Gotti as president and the Raven Club is the Oval Office.

Many will succumb to the shakedown.

Here is a better path. Take inspiration from Paine:

Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man.

I conceive likewise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being, who at the last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him, and fleeing with terror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of America.

If there must be trouble, let it be in my time, so that my children will know peace.

The question for the American people has always been what future do they wish to write.

Quitters don’t write the future, and history doesn’t remember their laments.

This rendering of George Washington crossing the Delaware is from the imagination of the artist. It is his fantasy of what it looked like. There was no cable news in the 1850s when this painting was created by German-American artist Emanuel Leutze.

It was around this painting, at the inauguration, that King Donald assembled his oligarchs and placed them in front of his cabinet:

It is a political statement that discounts the doubt and fear that hung in the air then as it does now. The heroic Washington of the artist’s imagination wrote his brother on December 18th, and shared the desperation of his position. He said the game was up:

If every nerve is not strained to recruit the new army with all possible expedition, I think the game is pretty nearly up . . .You can form no idea of the perplexity of my situation. No man, I believe, ever had a greater choice of difficulties, and less means to extricate himself from them.

George Washington had a decision to make. His back was against the wall. He decided to attack. The password was “victory or death.”

George Washington, referred to as “His Excellency,” was in personal command of the 2,400 men who crossed the ice clogged Delaware River to surprise and destroy the British garrison manned by Hessian Mercenaries at Trenton, New Jersey.

The attack was his plan. It was his gamble to survive. George Washington was all in.
The weather worsened throughout the day on December 25, 1776. The American forces were hours behind schedule by midnight on the 26th.

The sleet and rain cut into the frozen faces of the American army that crossed in three columns. The winds screamed and the snow fell non-stop throughout the night. The weather got worse with each hour, but the army crossed the river undetected and without casualties.

Two hundred horses and 18 canon were carried across the fast-moving river under the watch of Washington, who was mounted and covered under a cloak.

With the American army across the river, Washington led the army in a nine-mile march through snow and freezing rain.

Many in the American army were barefoot. They marched in silence. Multiple accounts depict Washington moving up and down the line with words of encouragement.

The American victories at Trenton and Princeton would save the “cause.”

Independence was won with decisiveness, guts and courage. It was won with the integrity of conviction and belief that America was worth dying for on a frozen night when there was no reason to believe in the possibility of victory.

American independence was won by daring and risk.

It was won by George Washington and 2,400 men who did the impossible on a long ago Christmas Day.

It was a day that made America and is a day that should be remembered as such by every American.

“Victory or death.”

Indifference is a disease in a democracy.

No American who stands in opposition against these events playing out across America has any right to claim they are too tired to read the news, or to know what is happening around them.

Trump’s aggressions are not justification for submission or capitulations. They are not a license to tune out and turn off.

It is an insult to our ancestors and their legacies of achievement and progress.

Down with the King!

Down with King Donald.

We don’t have kings in America. Dictators either.

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