This ride is not for sissies.

I figure there are only three ways Trump will ever leave office: natural death, fleeing into exile, or dragged out by patriotic soldiers.

There is no way average people can make it happen BY FORCE: the stasi are too focused on kidnapping and, in all likelihood, spying on people. So, there is no way to form a group to take him down by force. Even if such manifested, he has sycophantic secret service and military thugs with machine guns to protect him.

Perhaps if a large enough crowd assembled outside 1600 Penn Ave, such that a limo cannot exit the grounds, he might catch a clue and attempt to Marine One it the fuck outta dodge to Andrews and then attempt to fly to Russia. My fear is that, were this to transpire, the powers that be would allow it, just to be rid of him, and not be motivated to shoot the fucker out of the clear blue.

I doubt that any military will ever even consider taking him out by force. The brass are ass-kissing pussies who deserve eternal KP duty, with random cycling into latrine cleaning.

With the War on America Bill that just got sent back to the House, I doubt that any Rethuglicans will grow a spine and vote against it, even though each of them will face unholy rage from their constituents, which will lead to their ouster, assuming the GOP allows elections in 2026, which I am about 55% sure will not happen at this point.

2026 is our nation's 250th birthday.

In 1976, I was a second grader making broken glass collages in celebration.

How will we be celebrating next year?

Who will rid me of this meddlesome tyrant?

The Corporatists have been trying to take control of America for a century, at least.

They wanted (and TRIED) to oust FDR, but failed.

They got Reagan in, though, and decided to slow-walk us into post-democracy America.

And we are very nearly there.

Talk about shutting down Social Security is a threat to the nation, body and soul.

I do not apologize for wishing someone would take their second amendment right seriously, and, according to the ravings of the extreme right, defend us from tyranny.

Because tyranny is here, and it is a fat target: either a fat fucking slimeball Trump, or his assistant Stephen Miller, and his huge fivehead.

Those who make peaceful change impossible make violent revolution necessary.

And Trump and Miller need some violent revolution.

Spring springs eternal, eternally springing at Springtime: How I felt some optimism today.

I have little faith in the nation's ability to right it's course, at the moment. Whether you are crestfallen at the utter lack of leadership from Democratic leaders, or despondent at the superhuman ability of Trump to gut the government without any seeming resistance, or feeling despair like all the others that our collective voice is being ignored in most cases, and actively-suppressed, in others.

But I do see a light of hope.

Part of that optimism I have (what, wait, who am I and what did I do with, er, uh... me?) about the nation's immediate future, is that Modern American Gruppenführers, Associated (MAGA) know what Goebbels knew: get the lie out there big, fast, and loud, because time is the enemy, as word gets around about our own Naziing-around.

Well, Stephen Miller and Elon Musk (both descended from a long line of Nazis) and everyone else connected to this Trump admin KNOWS that you have to be quick, fast, and an early-riser to beat the sheer mass of the American people, and the chance that they will catch on to your game.

You do not have time to waste, if you are trying to topple a nation like the US. And every judge's order to turn around deportee planes, and every court order to re-hire federal workers, and every burning Wankpanzer in the news does only one thing: slow down the coup.

Spring stands to demonstrate this, very shortly. I have seen more reports of protests, many staged by constituent groups most-beloved by America, but also most insulted and injured by Trump and MAGA. Today, I saw that veterans were turning out in numbers for their own protests not as a member group, but the core group. And they are emerging in greater numbers as the temperatures (both actual and metaphorical) rise.

Spring is coming. It is when we, as a species, collectively are going insane with cabin fever, and are just waiting for that first good day to get the Hell out of the house, and to keep being out of said house.

Spring is coming. People have been sitting on a growing rage, and are feeling the need to express it, and make catharsis. This makes getting out of the house even more pressing an issue for Americans.

Spring is coming: students will be getting out of school, and the Spring of 2025 will shape them now and for forever: that time it thawed and they went outside to punch Fascism in the face to save the nation (only, now, there will be no culture war separation, but class unity).

Spring is coming.

Spring is coming, and I usually miss the starting gun: that moment, between maybe 4:12 and 5:46 AM, sometime in April, when all the leaf buds explode and we have a canopy, again.

Spring is coming, and the buds will be busting out, all over.

Modern Tips for Health and Happiness: Footy Pajamas.

I really dislike pajamas.

Mostly, it is the legs creeping up while I lay there. Every time I turn over, they ride up another half-inch or so, until it feels like I am wearing knickers.

So, I decided about a month ago that I had a solution: I would wear socks to bed, and tuck the ends of the pant legs of my PJs into them, keeping them in-place.

But then, my shirt would get bunched-up and twisted, so I tucked IT into the PJ bottoms.

And thereupon I realized I had created my own adult-sized footy pajamas, and I was at peace with it.

I think all the world needs footy pajamas.

Zuckerswerves: How We Are Skirting the Facebook Censorship of our hopes for a Trump ending.

What are some metaphors you use to get around Facebook censors, when addressing how Trump should make his final exit from the stage (see, there's one already!)?

Some that I like are:

1. Long drop, sudden stop.

2. Hemp rope ride.

3. Air dancing.

4. Actuarial advancement/acceleration.

5. Needs to be fitted for a hemp necktie.

6. Needs to stand by a window in Russia.

Got any creative ways to express what we are all, in our souls, hoping to manifest in the universe?

Do I at all regret this post in any way, whatsoever?

Not in the ever-loving least, brother.

Play Responsibly

 

On morons and, well, basically this is about MAGAts.

A friend who is a teacher recently posted a picture of science denial fallacies, etc. A really cool reference or instructional tool. I like to see such posts, as I am biased in favor of science and demonstrable facts. But, they also remind me that a lot of people are just stupid. And they like it that way. In fact, they LOVE being dumb as a stump. I have tried for years to try to imagine the mindset behind that, to no avail. It is akin to trying to imagine the concept of infinity, or dividing by zero.

They have had decades to address their own ignorance, and for free, no less! Decades to benefit from the distilled wisdom of over six thousand REAL years, across multiple cultures and traditions, expressed through the best educational system and the freest society in the history of humanity, and, in fact, of the Earth itself.

Yet, they embrace being morons, and double-down when you do so much as LOOK as if you are about to draw the slightest breath in reply to their inconceivably abysmal foolishness.

And, a truly puzzling thing, to me, is that so MANY of them have college degrees, multiple degrees, in fact. And, yet, somehow they have failed to learn a damned thing about LEARNING.

I am more and more amazed, as I get older, that humanity made it this far out of the caves.