Miserable

Addicted to our leisures,
Afraid of death and pain,
We lie still and take it
In the ass again

But the worst parts of the thing
Haven’t arrived at your door
When they do, you will know
That you should’ve done more

There is no misery
Like the misery of those
Who watch their families
Ravaged by foes


©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

Author’s Note: For the record, anyone who is still calling for (only) peaceful protests is a moronic child.

The elections will not proceed normally. Why? Because fascists NEVER allow free and fair elections. If you think you’re not already in a fascist regime, then honestly? You’re too stupid to deserve freedom.

If you’re unable to fight, and peaceful resistance is literally all you are capable of doing, then I am not angry with you. You are not who I am speaking to right now.

But if you ARE capable of fighting, yet, you refuse to, OR if you’re actively discouraging others from utilizing armed resistance, then just know this:

I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.

You are a fascist enabler. You can go to hell. Your childish, Pollyanna naive notions of nonviolence are excruciatingly misguided. You have no comprehension of how the real world works.

The Khmer Rouge of Cambodia was going on about the same time that I entered this world. If you truly believe that humans have “outgrown” violence, then you’re a fool, and you literally don’t deserve to live in the democracy that so many of your forefathers died to provide you.

READ THIS:

LIST of GENOCIDES

Note how many occurred just in the last hundred years. Now, one is literally beginning in your backyard.

Erica Chenoweth is NOT your friend. Her work is cherrypicking history. She is most likely a CIA plant, but that doesn’t even matter.

All you have to do is look around and see that the new SA goons are perfectly willing to murder American citizens, and they will not be held accountable for any of it; not by the regime, anyway.

You either stand your little punk ass up and defend yourself against tyranny, or you DESERVE to live beneath the boots of the Fourth Reich.

The Black Panthers are standing up. The people of Lincoln Heights, Ohio stood up. The people in Minneapolis took to the streets with rifles and handguns to protect their neighborhoods.

So, if you are a little pacifist shit who is still clinging to naive notions of impeachment or the 25th Amendment, then YOU are the problem. I think you’re WORSE than the fascists, themselves. How? Because I understand what they are doing.

They’re fascists. Fascists are gonna fash.

But what are YOU doing? That’s what makes no fucking sense. You are angry at the people who want to stop the fascists by any means necessary.

I HATE YOU.

You will all eventually be screaming for blood, once the fascists kill or imprison one of YOUR loved ones, and THEY WILL.

“First they came..”

And I will have no sympathy for you, because you were too hopelessly addicted to your stupid belief that logic, reason, and fair play will always prevail.

There is only one way to deal with bullies, and it has NOTHING to do with writing letters, “rocking the midterms,” voting Blue, making phone calls, and least of all, blowing goddamn whistles.

Shove your whistles up your asses.

Pick up something that will actually stop a Nazi.

Because:

ALL NAZIS MUST DIE.


Not a real quote, just a meme I made.


My name is Kevin Trent Boswell, and I refuse to cower in fear of those worthless little Nazi shits who sold their country for a red hat.

I will not break bread with Nazis. Anyone who still identifies as a Conservative, a Republican, Libertarian, or a “Moderate” is NOT a good person. Go to hell. Eat a bag of dicks and DIE.

I’m already on all of the coolest watchlists, but please, feel free to report me to any or all of them… again. I would hate for those motherfuckers to ever forget my name.

And if anyone reading this doesn’t like what I’m saying, I live in Portland, Oregon, and it’s not difficult to find me. Come sort it out. I suggest you bring help.


And STOP talking about Impeachment because you clearly have no idea what you’re asking for. Read the goddamn Wikipedia page, ferfuckssake.

Likewise, the 25th Amendment is NOT going to be invoked. Stop being a child. The Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and Jesus are not going to combine and form Mega-Savior.

Nobody is going to save your stupid ass.

Either pick up a weapon, assist someone who is willing and able to pick up a weapon, or learn to delight in poverty and servitude, because you will be required to Sieg Heil that disgusting orange sack of vomit and diarrhea every day at specific times.

Think that’s hyperbole? Then you are a moron and you don’t deserve to live in a free society.

I made this one, too. And if you genuinely think anyone is going to impeach the president successfully, then. you are an IDIOT.

They’ve already threatened to suspend the elections, just like I (and others) warned they would, as far back as 2020, but especially since Inauguration Day of this regime.

They’ve already threatened to have ICE SA/SS goons patrol polling stations and intimidate voters.

They’ve already murdered people in cold blood, in daylight, on video.

And some of you are STILL insisting that the rest of us remain peaceful?

Who the fuck do you think you are? And what the fuck are you smoking?

What? Because you know there will be bloodshed and destruction? Seriously?

You don’t see your nation being pulled apart from the inside? You don’t see your nation being isolated from all its traditional allies? You don’t see your nation being dragged into wars with hornets nests?

Get a grip. Embrace reality. You are NOT safe until you deal with this, and you ain’t getting out of it the easy way.

Please Hold

I just spent one hour
And five minutes on hold

It couldn’t be helped,
It was something that I had to do,
Or I’d have been in bad shape
For weeks to come

I sat and listened to that
Goddamned hold message
For an hour and five minutes

They repeated it
Every twenty seconds;
I counted

“We’re sorry, but all of our agents
“Are busy assisting other customers.
“Please hold and we’ll be with you
“As soon as possible.
“There are currently more than
“Three callers ahead of you.”

I put my phone
On the ‘speaker’ setting,
And laid it on my belly

I was smart and plugged it
Into the charger,
Figured I would
Kill a few birds with one piece
Of terminal boredom

I added another layer of
Multitasking to my
Very minor ordeal

I read Bukowski’s
Love is a Dog from Hell
While I waited

Forty minutes in…

It was frequently difficult
To concentrate, with that
Stupid message, every
Twenty seconds—“We’re just a
“Tiny bit sorry…
“All of our agents are
“Pretending to be busy, so we
“Can feel like we’re important,
“And squeeze a few more bucks out,
“By not paying any more staff than
“We absolutely have to.
“There are three callers ahead of you.”

But the breaks in my focus,
They gave me an excuse to jump back
Several lines and reread what I
Had just read, to make sure that I
Hadn’t missed anything

The boredom,
The stupid interruptions,
The longing for a life that is not
A prisoner of circumstance,
A slave to bureaucracies,
To be able to do something else…
Any fucking thing that is something
Other than this stupid shit…

“We’re sorry, but all of our agents
“Are playing solitaire and circle jerk.
“Please hold onto your sanity…
“Or don’t; we could all use a good laugh.
“There are currently
“Two callers ahead of you…
“We think. We could be wrong. [Shrugs.]
“Who the fuck knows, really?
“We’re not fucking philosophers.”

It went well with the poetry,
It matched Chuck’s experience
Of life

Always waiting
Waiting on life to just
Come off it, already

Forty-five minutes

“We’re sorry, but all of our agents
“Are placing bets on horses,
“Arguing with whores,
“Getting drunk and feeling lonely,
“Feeling happy, angry, nothing at all.
“Anything but assisting customers.
“Please hold and we’ll be
“Finished shitting as soon as possible.
“There is one caller ahead of you.”

Maybe that last part was Charles
Talking to me,

I forget

I do know that he said
(And I’m paraphrasing here,
Paraphrasing wildlyspeculatively,
Because ol’ drunk Chuck said
That’s the only way to do anything)

He said that we’re all sitting here,
Knowing, knowing that life,
The real life, is available, out there,
If only the small-minded
Would get out of the way,
And let the rest of us have it

We’re not entitled to it,
We realize that;
No one is entitled to
Anything

But the rich, the powerful,
And the boorish, dreary,
Unimaginative oafs,
They seem to have
All the access
To all the best stuff

But they’re too greedy,
Too fearful, too lacking in vision
To step aside and let someone else
Have a crack at the good stuff;
They feel they never have enough,
Or that only they can
Handle it all properly

And so,

We

Wait

And

We

Wait

Some

More

But I got it done, ⠀
The thing⠀

And now, I can
Wait⠀

On something else


©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell

A Collage of Chimeras and Phantasms, by Kevin Trent Boswell, available on Amazon
Available on Amazon, 216 pages

I Know It’s Frustrating

I know you’re angry; I don’t blame you
It feels like American freedom is spent
But please try to remember that it’s illegal
To talk about killing the president

I know it’s hard watching these racists;
To a coward, sadist, false king, they bent
But it’s still a crime to make idle threats
About murdering the stupid president

I don’t ever want you to get locked up
So, don’t do something you’ll later lament
Don’t even jokingly say to someone
That you’re planning to kill the president

Seriously, don’t do it. No, really… don’t.


©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell 

This Should Do Well

This poem fits neatly
Inside an Instagram panel

It isn’t deep, although it
Feigns depth and wisdom

It says you’re not an ignorant,
Entitled, hateful little shit

It pretends that you are perfect
Just the way you are

This poem will likely
Be very popular


©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell 

Fire God

If they decide that you’re made of fire,
Pristine, glorious, and bright
Then they will insist that you burn
So that you may offer them light

If they believe that you are perfect,
And with you, they cannot compete,
They’ll make you a god, a dying one
To warm themselves by your heat

If you represent in their minds
Something they could never become,
They will set you ablaze in the night;
To the flames, watch you succumb


©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell