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This Is War

On May 28th, 2021, the Republican Party officially declared war against the United States.

In other news, nobody who can make a real difference will take this salvo against our democracy seriously because Joe Manchin doesn’t want his newfound importance to die before the country dies first.

He didn’t admit this, sadly. The cretin senator of West Virginia instead concern-trolled the press with his familiar Save The Clock Tower speech minus the helpful deus ex machina to save the future from being destroyed by the past. There’s no DeLorean or lightning storm that can send us back to 1985.

Nope, we’re stuck in 1955 – the real 1955 where abortion was illegal and segregation was still the law of the land, Brown v. Board of Education be damned.

OK, I should be fair here. Abortion will be legal for a couple more months (maybe). Aside from that, Georgia, Florida, and Texas all passed new versions of old Jim Crow voting laws targeting Black voters in the hopes of preventing high voter turnout all because Daddy Fatlegs needs to run for president again in 2024, and why would you want to alienate the Capitol rioters by allowing Black people the right to have their voices heard?

All of this can be avoided of course if the Senate would kill the filibuster. However, since we live in the ninth circle of Hell, our fate rests in the hands of the most jingoist Muppet and a woman whose moral bankruptcy pales only to her cheugy desperation to be the coolest gal in the Senate cafeteria.

If it wasn’t apparent enough on January 6th, the right-wing of America wants us all dead. This isn’t hyperbolic reactionary twaddle in the hopes of making a molehill into a great big snowflake mountain.

This is war.

And what’s worse is that they really do want the rioters to come back to the polls in 2022. They want us to be frustrated by Joe Biden’s government failing to meet his ambitious promises of governing like able-minded adults. In true GOP fashion, they want to deflect, fluster, obfuscate, and wear down the opposition into apathy. After all, it worked in 2014 and 2016.

But, as I’ve written too often before, this must be the fuel in our fire. We have to stand up to these cowards and drown them in their own filth come 2022.

Because if Manchin and Sinema still hold the keys to ending the fascist filibuster at the start of play in 2023, kiss America goodbye.

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Politics

Never Again

Can we even celebrate?

Like, are we allowed to be happy that the worst president to exist loses his job today and slithers back to his swampland mansion while he awaits the arrival of the biblical flood waters of lawsuits set to cascade down from the karmic skies above?

The day I marked in my mental calendar is finally here, yet I’m not sure any amount of self-indulgence on my part will properly convey the message I’m aiming for here.

What I can say is that after six agonizing years of this maniac menacing our airwaves, our Twitter feeds, and our thoughts, it’s a fucking mechayeh to be rid of him.

And he’s not coming back.

Members of Cult 45 assure us he’ll be president – some even suggesting that the government is keeping Trump in office right now with the help from the plot of a Nic Cage movie. Or in, um, slightly less insane fashion, he’ll come back stronger than ever and retake the White House in 2024, jUsT yOu LiBs wAiT.

He’s not, but hold your sighs of relief.

America’s darkest years were borne through a festering, malignant cataclysm that metastasized uninterrupted for decades under the shady canopies of our political discourse. The years of US-sponsored upheaval in the Middle East, South America, the Caribbean, etc. boomeranged upon our shores in the form of MAGA. With a little help from our dearest old friends out east, our own tactics became the instruments of our dark descent into the present dilemma we now face.

Division, delusion, destitution, disruption, destruction.

It’s all the worst ills we exported turned inward.

The chickens finally roosted.

The taste of our own medicine is choking us into oblivion.

And yet, it’s not too late.

By the time you read this, the country will likely be back on the road to recovery. Transformational reforms progressives spent years fighting to enact will indeed be given life. We’ll even get new stimuluses soon, even if they aren’t quite what was promised a fortnight ago.

No, Joe Biden isn’t ending poverty or redistributing wealth anytime soon.

But it’s a start.

Far more desperately needs doing. We as a nation must reconcile with the fact that our government is broken and disturbingly susceptible to the basest forms of cronyism and fascism.

I mean, Jesus, 74 million people wanted this never-ending B slasher film to KEEP GOING.

400,000 people dead from COVID-19 couldn’t sway these delusional saps from egging on the serial murderer we let steal migrant children and imprison them in concentration camps.

THAT LAST SENTENCE HAPPENED.

FOR FOUR YEARS.

It’s bleak, man.

We can’t pretend that Biden being the man in charge now somehow instantly ends Trumpism and dampens the ambitions of its emboldened acolytes.

They’re insurgents fighting a civil war fueled by conspiracy theories and white supremacist victimhood.

It’s not over.

Surviving COVID is priority one but as of yet, the plague of unbridled institutional racism aided and abetted by our education system, federal and state statutes, and craven conservative scoundrels (including some Democrats) continues infecting the public consciousness at its very roots. Society’s whitewashing of reality is literally killing us, its effects on depressingly-public display with each hollow call for “unity” and “forgiveness”.

We failed abroad, and we failed here in our own backyards.

Refusing to bring up touchy subjects for fear of alienating friends and loved ones erupted into the Pompei-esque hellscape we witnessed two weeks ago.

Never again can we avoid our nation’s demons. Because the next time they storm the Capitol, they might just win.

That Martin Luther King quote about the arc of history wasn’t the Reverend’s guarantee that in the end, the good guys always win.

It was encouragement to keep fighting for justice.

We’ve made strides, but the dream is very much unfulfilled.

Today is day one of the rest of our lives.

Make it fucking count.

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2020 Election Politics

A Call To Arms Against The Autocratic Despot

Holy mother of Jesus H. Fucking Christ.

It’s not a dispute, there’s no debate anymore.

Donald John Trump, the 45th President of the United States of America, is a Nazi.

More specifically, he is a white supremacist fascist seeking to rip the country into pieces just so he can avoid millions of dollars of debt he’s been ducking for at least a decade.

This man has no morality.

He has no soul.

He has no good bone in his bloated body.

The bastard is a Proud Boy, an aficionado of the right-wing warmongering terrorists hoping to launch their dearly beloved race war and reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs.

A country built by African slaves on top of land stolen from indigenous Native tribes, buttressed by day-laboring Asian rail workers. Poles, Irish and Italians to staffing steel factories throughout the industrial North. The Slavs and Eastern European Jews selling anything from produce, insurance, tailoring suits and dresses, Central American and Hispanic migrants picking our fruits and vegetables across swathes of American farmland, chauffeured from home to work to the club by first-generation East Africans, Arabs, Sikhs, and every skin tone under the sun.

This country, an island of misfit toys from former empires and authoritarian hellscapes.

This land, OUR land, which has failed to reconcile it’s ugliest past and allowed to metastasize the abhorrent, repugnant, vile, beguiling, deviant, and irredeemable menace of odious cowardice wrapping itself around the flag of the Union while foremostly displaying the banner of betrayal and white separatism.

This country does not belong to them.

It never did.

Do not let them have it now.

VOTE.

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