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It’s Their Fight

Notice a lot of Latinos for Trump are silent these days. Or maybe they’re hiding. If so, a damned smart move.

Perhaps they’re finally grasping what had been mentioned from the jump: while he campaigned on cracking down against illegal immigration, Donald Trump’s eventual pivot would be to harry landed Latino Americans. Naturally Latinos for Trump scoffed.

He aimed his campaign rhetoric against “those people.” At its plainest his crude appeal became “every nation has the right to choose who it allows and denies entry.” True. There should be no disputing that.

But who foresaw the brazen cruelty which had been first applied then expanded as these rotten Second Trump term months have crawled along? Who knowingly voted for this?

When the repression started against illegal aliens and Latinos no matter the legality of their status got caught up in dragnets, Latinos for Trump pooh-poo’ed the “inconvenience.” More than one had said, “I just show my ID and I’m good to go.”

Not so fast.

As we’ve learned across the last several months, often nothing short of an American passport may spring landed Latinos from ICE arbitrariness. Daily we learn of native-born Latinos entwined in ICE’s clutches because their drivers’ licenses are deemed insufficient proof of citizenship or outright false. Mind, these are state-issued IDs. Unless getting a license has changed so dramatically, most applicants show birth certificates (with raised seals) or passports in order to prove citizenship and identification. Wave an ultraviolet wand over the disputed article and it’s verified.

Yet ICE intransigence refuses using this simple method.

In case Latinos haven’t been paying attention, and after all that’s transpired and will, one might think now is the time to start if they haven’t, Trump’s criminal administration seeks to make the lives of all Latinos wearying. Doesn’t matter if the American lineages of the put-upon were established during the Spanish possession of the Southwest.

In topsy-turvy America, citizens who maybe can trace their “Americanness” starting at Ellis Island at the earliest want to have say on who belongs here. Imagine that. Someone whose American bona fides barely brush 1900 doubting the veracity of an American whose New World legacy trails back to the 15- or 1600s.

While a vast percentage of American Latinos are hesitant on the way to fearful about being swept up in the ICE grinder, they must cast reluctance and fear aside. Today, that necessity is now more urgent than ever.

ICE has dropped the mask, so to speak, and cast aside any pretense of adherence to justice. Though the agency’s mandate is clearly the pursuit of illegally present foreigners, Supreme Court decisions have given it carte blanch to apprehend and detain the brown complected who speak Spanish.

The United States once had prohibitions on such arbitrary enforcement. It’s a sad day for our nation when the land’s highest court capriciously brushes off fairness and justice for all simply to promote biases favoring only a distinct few.

Because once ICE and its accessories finish with illegals, the agency will indiscriminately hound landed Latinos. Using that segment of our populace’s deference to authority against them, an even less fettered ICE will use every means to undermine and thereby delegitimize American Latinos’ citizenship.

American Latinos believe the illegal immigrants’ fight is not theirs. On the surface, no.

After all, being law-abiding and submissive to servility, tradition, and convention as most American Latinos are regarded, has justified to them the purpose behind the advertised manhunts. Remember, initially ICE was to pursue and scour our country of the criminal elements within the illegal alien masses.

Who could disagree with that?

However, knowing what a liar, thief, sexual abuser, and traitor the grifter in chief is, only Latinos who didn’t know him or didn’t know enough not to take him at his word could’ve believed he’d limit his efforts against those unlawfully in the United States.

During his three presidential campaigns, Donald Trump blustered the simplest appeals. Just what those frustrated with the complicated demands of modern life want to hear. The scab promised work. The pig promoted family. The First Felon proclaimed faith.

Indeed, a fakir who’s never worked an honest day during his cushy life; a cur whose lurid adulteries filled thousands of seamy tabloid columns; a charlatan whose only belief insofar as faith is insincerity presented with utmost conviction will sway those who somehow otherwise accept truths skeptically.

To Latinos, the Trump Election 2024 campaign made a mantra of work, family, faith. However, it left out the sole characteristic which ties them all together. Dignity. Not once did the pig or his MAGA-infected Republican Party mention dignity. Instead, the GOP hammered attributes when taken to extremes can stifle questioning, dissent, and inquiry.

The Republican message couldn’t have been clearer – it wanted Latinos to stay in a box, to live in that box, to have no desire to escape that box.

Comfortable options for people who don’t want to contend with an increasingly challenging world. Not that Latinos necessarily want to be forced to fit in the mold. But isn’t life “easier” when being told how to live? It saves any effort behind thinking, perhaps sinning, then the shame of atoning.

Having found succor in the simple pleas of a conniver like the scab now may have Latinos confronting an existential menace where none existed a year ago – will their Americanness be lessened or stripped altogether under this crooked administration? That isn’t fanciful. There’s never been any shortage of Anglos who’ve disputed Latinos’ being rightful United States citizens. Again, that despite having established themselves in what would become the American Southwest long before the first non-Iberian crossed into the region.

What’s quite dispiriting is Anglo America had moved from the slanders and slurs through which it had commonly disparaged Latinos. “Wetback” had become so infrequently heard that hearing it quickly drew sour attention. And only the most ignorant whites, so ignorant their pride in the title let them wear that badge as if it an honor, reflexively ask fellow Americans their places of birth or baldly skip to the chase saying, “Why don’t you go back to your country?”

This from people glorying in arrivals here in the New World of their own ancestors several generations ago and extolling watered-down ethnicity at the expense of being “American.” True Americans owe no thanks to the Queens mook for resuming full roar to attitudes decent Americans had fought hard to stigmatize and shame into silence.

As other groups who’ve been persecuted, landed Latinos must be hoping this storm, a particularly vicious one forecast to target them, will blow over or exert itself into nothing. Rather than being forced to fight when it’s upon them, they’re likely hoping they’re somehow spared menace.

Their plight is dissimilar to that of the Biblical Israelites who daubed their doors with blood. Despite dispensing Old Testament-lite travails, the degenerate soiling the Oval Office is no pharaoh. Instead, American Latinos are one day closer to becoming indiscriminate bullseyes of weak, insecure men who see them as less than human. And as such, feel zero need to treat them humanely.

Social media abounds with comments from deplorables praising ICE for its Gestapo ruthlessness. Reading these, one can’t help but feel the wrong kind of encouragement is being expressed. As if seeking better lives, albeit outside any proper paperwork and stamps, earns harsh retribution.

It takes nothing to see the degenerates enjoying ICE’s terrorism in the same manner as ancient Romans who wiled away idle hours delighting in blood sport spectacles. This modern audience sits in the arena of internet anonymity, yes. But instead of witnessing gladiators battle, our modern Romans instead look upon illegal immigrants filling the victim roles of Christians, their masked tormentors two-legged lions.

Be assured the cruelty we see ICE and its helpmates practice on immigrants – immaterial their status – is precursor to what will strike landed Latinos. Won’t it be harder on American Latinos because of the white righteousness driving it?

Mind, few Americans are displeased by the deportation of illegal immigrants. They are in the United States unlawfully. And yes, it is jarring watching acquaintances – short term or long term – being collected for shipment who knows where. Particularly so for those who’ve lived and worked among us for years, if not decades.

Landed citizens seeing this wonder why hadn’t the illegals taken any of the many avenues towards citizenship? Rather than living surreptitiously below radar, why didn’t they avail themselves to legal paths of living here aboveboard? Just stepping out of the shadows and leading easier lives should’ve been motivation enough. Furthermore, as American citizens they could then look forward to enjoying accrued benefits to which their taxes have contributed yet remain inaccessible because of their status.

Here’s a disclaimer for any MAGAs: No, non-citizens do not receive benefits such as social security, Medicare, and have no voting rights. By the way, Puerto Ricans are Americans.

However, what’s angering more and more landed citizens are the Gestapo tactics ICE applies against those it hounds and imprisons. Watching Trump’s masked marauders while they roughly round up day laborers, gardeners, street vendors, car washers, nursery schoolteachers, high school students, factory workers, and farm laborers, one might wonder how the gainfully employed and schoolkids could pose such dangers to American society. Particularly when they add to the revenue stream.

How are they so deserving of ICE’s cruelty and malice?

Again, unlike Americans eligible for public assistance, illegal aliens cannot draw from that same well. Adults must work. Social services are denied them.

What’s occurring against illegal aliens isn’t supposed to be applied against anyone in the United States, much less people whose crimes are at most misdemeanors.

We’ve constructed laws and procedures which prohibit, okay, ought to prohibit, the randomness seen visited by ICE targets. Yet are too many of us accustoming ourselves to others beset by routine terror? Are shock factors waning? Does our disgust still boil? Or does it merely simmer now?

By writing “our” only true Americans are meant, not MAGAs estranged from decency.

Trump’s crooked conduct against illegal immigrants has permitted a thankfully small segment of Americans to sideline its humanity and concur with his edicts. Although emergent from immigrant stock themselves, they’re incapable of empathizing with people their own immigrant ancestors would recognize, whose initial difficulties many shared in our New World.

Of course, the favorite standby is their predecessors “did it the right way.” That neatly cuts out that for quite a while the United States had a fluid naturalization process. For almost a century after Independence, foreign seekers of better lives simply deboarded ships and entered American society. Easy enough for them to walk through the Golden Door after claiming theirs “good character” with “intentions to apply for citizenship.”

Only much later as our Republic developed did naturalization assume the obstacles most of today’s landed Americans couldn’t pass if they needed to apply for or confirm citizenship. In America, naturalized citizens have better grasps of our nation. Left to the native born, we’d be living in capricious states. Like now.

Perhaps our country will be spared worse. But if the administration declares no limits, giving ICE and other federal agencies license to roam and arrest at will, might Americans Latinos be too incredulous to repulse the same indignities against them as set upon illegals? Once more, indoctrinated into deference to authority by obedience will those put-upon masses push back? Will they defend themselves? Will they fight the Anglos intending to reduce their stature as citizens in these United States?

Or will Latinos submit, accepting Anglos’ imposed status of “second class, lower rung personhood”?

One hopes if it comes to push, American Latinos will shove back. Hard. Then again to leave the matter an unanswered “What if?” question, it’s advised they take up the cudgel now and stand beside the illegals, the strangers. Just to demonstrate readiness and resolve to dissuade the same attention from dropping on them. Showing assistance today may make resistance unnecessary tomorrow.

There is no safety on the sidelines. Just anticipation of when your turn arrives.

No one responsible suggests ICE’s unlawfulness be met with the same mindlessness. Americans do have recourses to express their displeasure with the apparatus’ heavy-handedness.

But the time demands something must be done.

History is replete with what befell hounded groups who chose passivity in the face of threat, who chose “going along to get along” instead of struggle. Though it seems a tepid response, videos documenting ICE’s abuses are effective. Upload them on the web and let these damning incidents run on loops as they loop the world. Images of ICE violence tarnish the United States. In this disgraceful administration spavined notions froth again. None of the dumbbells around Fat Caesar understand the imagery tarring the American brand is akin to the 1960s scenes that would kneecap segregationalists hellbent to “keep blacks in their place.”

The prior era’s grainy black and white broadcasts beamed across our country greatly changed mainstream America’s general incuriousness towards a segment that when considered at all was preferred to have been kept marginalized. Seen and absorbed nightly, the state-sanctioned repression ran counter to what most viewers believed our nation’s ideals. Moreover, seeing the attempts at suppression, the clashes aftermaths, made good portions of TV-watching bystanders understand their own silence complicit in acquiescence.

To those earlier viewers what they watched registered as un-American. Viewers of today should feel the same disenchantment with America when watching ICE apprehend then frog-march whoever has been netted into detention centers.

Images beamed during the 60s implicated viewers as accomplices. It made growing masses of Americans realize they disapproved of denying fellow Americans their rights. That raised multitudes of once unheard voices against actions being done supposedly at their behest.

Besides recording ICE-instigated violence then letting these scenes circle the globe, civil disobedience is another method to protest authority’s abuse. Knowing the possible penalties beforehand, civil disobedience requires strength, discipline.

Though the causes are often just, the measures through which the system reacts are often flagrant. Peaceful as these protests are, the state’s arm too frequently replies viciously. One might see the brutality against those being arrested best suited for street hoods than neighbors fed up with injustice.

Maybe the responding officers share protesters’ sentiments. Yet weighted by badges might the duly sworn feel their disproportional manhandling the only way to salve being in the wrong?

Say this for the scab and his goon squads, they’ve selected the right non-Anglos to beat down. American Latinos do not have a civil rights movement lifting them in the American pantheon. Moreover, they lack the willingness to make victimhood just as costly or painful for tormenters.

Los Angeles, Newark, and Detroit. Three cities which remain vivid reminders in an America plunging in deeper thrall to the hording of prosperity. Those three cities should remind the sinister figures strategizing above us how flammable symbols of wealth are.

Of what may occur when power disregards dignity.

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Sunset on the Susceptible

What’s possibly the best word in the German language?

Schadenfreude.

Venomously translated it means “taking pleasure in another’s misfortune.”

And while there’s plenty of that available now, over the next three years there will be more. Much more. Continue reading Sunset on the Susceptible

Random December

This last post of 2024 could be an homage to John Dos Passos. The early Dos Passos. Before life soured him rightward into becoming a reactionary. Until then, let’s consider him a “lost generation” writer alongside Ernest Hemingway. As did Hemingway, Dos Passos also reported from Spain during its 1936-39 Civil War. There’s where the pair diverged. Before the war, Dos Passos had established solid progressive cred with his 1925 novel Manhattan Transfer. He followed that with his USA trilogy (titles published in 1930, 1932, 1936, respectively) comprised of The 42nd Parallel, 1919, and The Big Money. Throughout his USA fiction, he dropped in biographical elements and reportage. No need for fiction in 2024. Just real life that should sicken conscientious Americans. What follows has been plucked from a month of Slow Boat Media social media observations and commentary. It is who we’ve allowed ourselves to become. Continue reading Random December

Welcoming Vampires

In the end, what may most signify the MAGA movement is the laughing emoji.

While the lunatics who broke into and entered the Capitol on January 6th, 2021, then vandalized the premises as they attacked police there at the behest of then-President Donald Trump will always be handy loop-run video material, the laughing emoji will be MAGA’s lasting legacy for losers.

By itself the symbol is harmless. Non-threatening, not vulgar. But MAGA has appropriated it. So it’s become a neon sign for deplorables.

We can see the laughing emoji as encompassing the entirety and end results of MAGA mindlessness.

On the cusp of the Convicted First Felon’s next administration, the symbol is increasingly used when their Chief Thief veers from MAGA World rote. A lifetime liar, he can backtrack or zigzag with the greatest of ease. MAGA is incapable of such slippery pivots. He’s flexible with what passes for his truth at that moment.

Non-MAGA Americans are up to speed on this. We expect it. MAGA cultists hear what passes as the short-fingered vulgarian’s Gospel then exalt. A moment later he trips them up by reversing his “word.” Left stuck bare-assed in the open by their small Maximus, it takes MAGAs time to adjust to his switched reality and accept his new Gospel. Some never do because they just can’t. So let the laughing emoji suffice then proceed onto the next instance of his ridiculousness.

In the immediate emptyheaded days of the short-fingered vulgarian’s second jubilee, his panting followers breathlessly took braggarts’ victory waddles. Despite everything, including any measure of decency, a retrograde candidate campaigning on intolerance, ignorance, racism, and retribution won by appealing to primarily Anglos. Scared Anglos. Proudly dumb men. Vainly stupid women. Each of them weak, insecure, fearful of any future that deviates from their fat lazy beings. Afraid of futures that could cause them to adjust then maybe explore and discover new senses of themselves.

Likely better senses of themselves at that. After all, nowhere to go but up for MAGAs.

Besides swaying our majority population, the vile pig also somehow established a same regressive common ground with considerable portions of non-whites. The useless to themselves self-loathing portions.

He promised to drag every American and the country backwards. He got America to surrender the advances that have urged us all forward.

The campaigns between parties can be seen through a bizarro prism. Someone from outside the United States might never have known the two major parties vied for the same nation’s control.

One side spoke to Americans with adult rationales and reason. Its opponents topped whatever last adolescent gibberish pleased the crowd with even more outlandish gish. The latter didn’t bother being entertaining, much less make sense. It was simply more slop for the pigs. The oinkers were swallowing without tasting. Unable to truly digest what assailed them, the baying unthinking MAGA crowds favorably heard their intelligence being insulted.

Unfortunately, half of Americans have cast aside ability or desire to absorb what they need to hear. It is easier to accept strongly held notions no matter how wrong the beliefs than reverse our minds. A thing can be proven erroneous yet too many Americans prefer remaining nestled in the mistaken.

In Election 2024’s aftermath, it seemed the exaltation of Trumpery might never subside. Which of the scab’s idiots didn’t lard themselves with his My Ass Got Arrested attire? What jacked-up pickup owner didn’t have the swine’s bedsheet-sized flag flapping above his truck’s tailgate?

Thankfully for those of us who’d known better, who have been primed to announce “Told you so!” since 2016, the 78-year-old penile implant could not resist indulging his true self. And that resembles the scorpion of fable.

Aesop tells us that one day a scorpion wanted to cross a stream. There was no way for him to ford the running water. He spied a frog along the bank. The scorpion asked this frog to ferry him across to the opposite bank. Naturally the frog was reluctant. He feared the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion answered, “If I sting you as we cross, we’ll both drown.”

The sensible response mollified the frog.

He permitted the scorpion to climb onto his back and they proceeded across the stream. Halfway along their trip the frog felt a sting pierce his back. Before the venom paralyzed the frog, he asked the scorpion why had he stung him knowing it would drown them both. To that the scorpion could only reply, “It’s in my nature. I couldn’t help it.”

Shortly after the election, the scab announced proposals which will flatly inflict harm on working people, our economy as a whole, and vulnerable citizens. During the campaign these same proposals were swaddled in cotton candy. Free of the need to blithely dismiss concerns, okay, lie, released from any need to keep MAGA suckers happy and dumb, the truth about the extent of damage his plans will cause can now ooze.

The “find out phase” is almost upon us.

As usual, only the wealthy are spared. And, of course, only the wealthy will benefit.

Actually, shouldn’t the laughing emoji be the rarefied rich’s symbol? MAGA dopes resort to it because the precariousness of their self-made quicksand is starting to seep into muttonheads. By unthinkingly following the Queens mook, the glory MAGA dupes believed prevailed during “the good old days” is dissipating. It’s always somebody else’s “good old days.” Never fails. The people who lived through them then will now in honest moments admit today is better.

If there was anything good about the “good old days,” there was often some group beneath the segment being shit on from above they could in turn shit on. Certainly if they were black, Mexican, or Native American. What’s old remains constant in the United States. While the hate is nowhere near as pervasive as it once was, there are still sizable crowds of Anglos whose sole reason for taking up space and polluting air is shitting on the darker complected.

That certainly isn’t good. However, MAGA esteem building also isn’t refined.

When I hear Elon Musk and other MAGA morons gas about inflation, or when someone of an age who should really know better complains about social security’s low rate of return, the laughing emoji immediately comes to mind.

Musk, henceforth the Afrikaner, references inflation just because it’s an easy concept for his listeners to confuse. Particularly when he claims government spending creates the inflation which burdens consumers.

It’s easy for the term to drive them astray because none of them realize they themselves are what propels inflation. Or if they do, don’t want to admit they’re the problem behind their road rage.

Everybody wants a raise, right? I have yet to learn of any working person who’s declined a raise. I’m sure it’s happened. But that person likely wound up straitjacketed inside a rubber room.

Wages and salaries are inflation’s main causes. And yes, consumer goods, commodities also contribute, but mostly it’s our desire for more folding green across palms. Salaries can’t be raised without products, good, services also costing more. Look at it as items on shelves, vehicles for sale in lots, comestibles in grocery stores becoming higher priced to improve employees’ compensation.

More money must come from somewhere. No. It’s not a spiral. It’s a wheel. The rodents are always the last to know.

The Afrikaner doesn’t bother mentioning that because blaming government has never been heavy lifting. Despite most MAGAs living in reduced circumstances if it weren’t for the sustenance provided by the authorities they claim constrict them, some elected or appointed official on Planet Washington D.C. is nonetheless stifling them. Yeah. That’s how obtuse dull obese audiences with lard between their ears have become from watching Fox Kennel or Newsmax.

Moreover, it best benefits the Afrikaner and other rapacious members of the avaricious wealthy to paint government as the villain. If they keep repeating “government is bad/unfettered capitalism is good” incessantly enough, the dummies hearing this will become the flatfoot soldiers in a pasty flabby army that’ll cut their own fat throats for the rarefied in our Second Gilded Age.

Don’t laugh. As Americans have seen, contributors who are barely making ends meet are donating to causes of the rich. Or as we should see it those with the least discretionary income are paying for their own degradation.

The Afrikaner and others making themselves suitable candidates for tumbrels want to severely cut or abolish altogether safety nets, financial rules, health regulations that prevent society from being susceptible, okay, victims, to capricious profit-making. They have weighed rewards to be gained against society being degraded. If we must root around in the mud for them to amass more gold, fine, so be it. Yes. That’s how little we mean to them.

Is the above an exaggeration? Listening to the Afrikaner and to a lesser extent Vivek Ramaswamy, their calculations regarding squeezing federal expenditures in order to cannibalize America never addresses the human elements. No mention of the hordes of employees to be sacrificed to fulfill their schemes.

What happens to those suddenly cashiered people? Does anyone really expect private sector corporate America to absorb upwards to several hundred thousand suddenly at-sea jobseekers? And the way both cash-money bros bray about taking cleavers to programs which traditionally soften those crashes will further transform the dislocations into trying to survive jungle camp.

Thus far remarkable in all discussions regarding the Afrikaner’s and Vivek’s nefarious plans for federal workforce reductions is they’ve completely excised people from their calculations. Flesh and blood human beings have been rendered into mere statistics. In pencil for easier erasing. Each sees people as ore that will be milled to extract the few bits of what’s precious.

Even more numb from the neck up than MAGAs believing government alone causes inflation are those who’ve bought billionaires’ claims that social security funds should be dumped into the stock market. As they pie-in-the-sky prophesy, returns will be magnificent. Whenever Americans of certain ages hear this verbal snake oil, we know exactly why social security funds are absolutely segregated from private investiture.

Should those funds mingle in the market, and are devoured by downward market activity, there’ll be nothing to restore the lost amounts. Not one dollar. The FDIC (Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation), the agency responsible for guaranteeing bank deposits, does not extend the same towards investments. Every investor understands the money he or she or his or her organization socks into the market could be forfeited. Indeed, behind the brilliance of great rewards lurks the specter of terrible losses.

Hence, despite low yields the shortsighted find frustrating, the reason why social security revenues don’t circulate on Wall Street. The market can sink. Social security will remain afloat.

The number who endured the Great Depression and those of us who learned from them dwindles. Time reaps each group.

The first’s diminishment is accelerating. The second simultaneously was forewarned as well as beneficiaries of the safeguards that followed. It is that latter which has kept the same sort of ravenous wolves from subsequent American generations’ doors. Today we run the risk of dismantling the mechanisms which have protected Americans, the things that have allowed us to thrive in assuredness.

Financiers and billionaires see our time ripe to lay us bare. Every day there are fewer voices who can convince elected and appointed officials why banking and market rules and regulations enacted after the Depression then further bolstered as time passed should be strengthened, not loosened. Decade after decade without threat has let money perils fade. Right now, disastrous national financial ruin is as worrisome as the denouement of an Aesop’s Fable.

Of course. We’ve been spared worry because of vigilant measures.

Billionaires and financiers have persuaded the badly informed among voters that once the cumbersome rules and regulations are removed, Americans throughout our land will enjoy an economic dynamo never seen before. That is unlikely. The “hindrances” are the only devices that keep penury and poverty at bay for countless Americans. Bankers or brokers are never first concerned for depositors or investors. They’re out to maximize shareholders’, executives’, and their own profits. If that results in accountholders left adrift or high and dry, well, how unfortunate.

Which is how it was before the advent of social security and imposition of stringent rules on financial practices. Until those acts passed, American depositors and investors were at the mercies of swindlers they had to trust. Nefarious results could and did leave tens of millions broke and destitute. Moneymen did so then because no real authority existed to brake them.

We have that oversight now. We have had it for our nation’s longest stretch of prosperity. But financiers and billionaires who are already making money hand over fist want to obtain more sets of hands and fists to accumulate even greater amounts of obscenely fabulous wealth. All at our expense.

MAGAs only hear lovely siren calls of easy money once preventative hurdles have been shoved aside. They’ve never heard, have never learned, and certainly have never lived through any privation. Which is what would befall countless Americans if the whammies of privatizing social security funds, eliminating financial sector checks, and shredding the safety net were to occur.

Earlier generations had no recourse other than gutting it out. They could never fathom comprehensive government rescue. In the almost century since the Depression, we have. Its creation has softened our lives to the point where most of us can lead our days blithely.

The rarefied rich above us don’t care if their greedy designs ruin Americans and America. To those like the Afrikaner and Vivek, President-elect Pay for Play, their sycophants, the thought has yet to and never will crease their greasy brows.

Is America one generation closer to forsaking the diligence which has retained her solvency? Are our immediate successors the ones who’ll lack enough simple native guile to protect their financial selves? Or will they be so taken in by the glittering blandishments of ruthless moguls perched at their doors they’ll allow them entry?

Like vampires. Bloodsuckers cannot enter homes to wreak damage upon any inhabitants until they’re first invited inside. Our undead cannot drain money unless the victims acquiesce.

And after MAGA is financially bled white, then asked or left to wonder how it befell them, dupes who already cannot respond to the contrary or contradictory, will resort to their standby, the signal which indicates self-awareness of having been had, of having been left in the lurch, of having been hung out to dry … the laughing emoji.

The White Bone of Truth

Could the results of Election 2024 have been any more dreadful for the United States?

Is it worse that voters have mindlessly reinstalled Donald Trump into the Oval Office? One of the absolute least among all Americans. Weren’t his prior four years warning enough? What didn’t he degrade then?

Our language. Our honor. Our civility. Our integrity. He smeared shit across each. Continue reading The White Bone of Truth

In a Different Desert at 65

Now into being retired for several months, I did a few things instinctively experts suggest. First among them, I didn’t splurge.

Free of punching any timeclock, I didn’t travel. As much as I wanted to beat as many July and August weekends of Mojave Desert summer heat and hit the Coast – particularly Hermosa Beach and Oceanside – I deferred. Prudence demanded I first evaluate my new financial circumstances.

If I got deeper in the hole at this stage of life, escaping would be difficult without regular income through regular hours. I have no urge to return to the daily grind. Continue reading In a Different Desert at 65

Stagecraft

Not even bothering with crocodile tears. The shooting at Donald Trump’s July 13th, 2024, Bund/klan/neo-Nazi rally was rigged.

That a spectator and the gunman as fall guy were killed were ultimately seen as insignificant prices paid by others for Cadet Bone Spur’s campaign. In the Convicted First Felon’s grift world, SOP is always finding others to foot the bill no matter the cost. Continue reading Stagecraft

Killing Snakes

Have I been strident about what occurred in Israel on October 7th, 2023? Hell yeah! My stridency equals, no, surpasses those on the wrong side of the issue.

Have I been dismissive about what torments Gazans are enduring over the months since? Indeed, I have.

Have I lost social media correspondents with my backing of Israel’s justifiably ruthless extermination of Hamas terrorists? Yes. Continue reading Killing Snakes