There is no news. He ran on a platform of fascist authoritarianism, or authoritarian fascism. We elected him. He is delivering. I’m not especially interested in the pearl-clutching around his latest offense. It. Will. Get. Worse. We voted for it. He will deliver.
Anti-trans discrimination, harassment, persecution? Violence? Mobs? Yup – that’s all state-approved, and worsening. It’s not news. It’s “olds.”
Anti-immigrant discrimination, harassment, persecution? Violence? Mobs? Yup – that’s all state-approved, and worsening. It’s not news. It’s “olds.”
Violence against Jews? Gays? Women? Democrats? Yup. Yup. Yup.
A brilliant satirist put a statue of our Dear Leader holding hands with Andrew Epstein on the Washington Mall. I thought: there should be hundreds of thousands of these. Lawn ornaments. Bumper stickers. Etc.
Momentarily, I thought of starting a store to sell them.
And then? Something awful happened. I thought, “I can’t do that to my family.” I thought, “If I do that, I’ll be harassed, persecuted, threatened, maybe even attacked.”
This is not my country. I mean – it is, sadly. We elected this piece of shit. And we continue to defer to him.
It won’t end until his (natural) death. For which we all should be praying fervently.
