Liberals need to get a grip on the facts Democracy has come right off the tracks Get it through your Progressive head This doesn’t end without bloodshed
The Epstein list, it just doesn’t matter Scandals don’t cause tyrants to scatter The “schism” should cause you no elation But you’re not ready for that conversation
Maybe you’ll get lucky; I don’t know Like the British, saying, “You guys can go” King George set us free just to be nice And we didn’t even have to ask twice
Or how Southern States just up and quit, No need for the Union to do actual shit Confederacy said, “Hey, let’s not fight” “We’re sorry. We want to make it right”
When that guy with the funny mustache Apologized for being grumpy and rash He regretted invading Poland and France, Gave it right back when he had a chance
But good luck with the nonviolent protest If boycotts and letters are your very best You should persuade them any day now Although, in truth, I don’t know how
Those authoritarian fashy-types, Don’t yield power over grumbles or gripes To beat fascism without ending up dead Get over yourself, and embrace bloodshed
I will be the unpopular voice in the room. We’re dealing with psychopaths who will NEVER respect anyone else, listen to reason, or consider logic that doesn’t work in their favor.
“Violence” is what perpetrators do. It’s why we have police and military, to protect us against violent people.
“Force,” even deadly force, is what we use to stop violence against ourselves, our families, neighbors, and our country.
What happens when the people at the highest levels of government are themselves violent, selfish, and sociopathic?
When the politicians who are supposed to represent you have no respect for human rights, the Constitution, due process, habeas corpus, or the law of the land?
What then?
Do we roll over and refuse to protect ourselves? Do we refuse to defend our neighbors, families, children, livelihoods, freedoms, or nation?
Do we erroneously cling to our failure to distinguish between force and violence?
We are like children who, having never seen a chicken killed and plucked, sit at the table and eat, calling it delicious.
But upon witnessing the act of killing the bird, we recoil in horror, chastising the one who did the deed, calling them a brute.
But when they stop, and there is no fresh fried chicken on the table for our supper, we moan and complain.
The people of Ukraine, civilians, immediately began training in military tactics when they learned that Russia was preparing to invade.
The United States of America is a nation born of rebellion. It was not a “violent” revolution, but a courageous act of self-defense.
The Founders knew King George was a tyrant and cared nothing for their welfare. They knew that no one would come along and save them.
They knew that if they did not stand for themselves, no one would stand for them, and they would be ground beneath the boot heel of tyranny.
The courts are buying you some time. However, that’s the extent of their power. The time they are buying you is time you are wasting.
The reason the regime is not making more fuss about the “losses” in court is simple:
They have already won the biggest court battle, but they did so without technically winning.
They know they don’t have to return anyone from El Salvador because no one will make them do it.
They don’t have to stop abducting people off the streets, even full citizens, because no one is going to force them to stop.
You are dealing with sociopaths. They are the equivalent of serial killers in three-piece suits. They only speak the language of violence.
They only respond to the language of force. Continuing to state your case verbally is ridiculous. They already know they’re wrong; they DON’T CARE.
We already know they are wrong; we don’t need to hear it seven hundred sixty-three times.
The only people who can save the American people are the American people.
If you need a model, use the neighborhood watch of Lincoln Heights, OH. They understood the assignment.
They are the Black community, and they have never been able to naively expect that someone in uniform, or an expensive suit, would come along and protect them.
Like the people of Ukraine, they knew they must stand for themselves.
Despite being the “more educated” party, Liberals, Democrats, and Progressives seem to be woefully ignorant of history.
Our present moment is NOT parallel to the Civil Rights movement.
The beautiful strategies of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi are impractical in this current state of American affairs.
The opposite of the Civil Rights movement was merely preserving the status quo.
It wasn’t about the total subjugation of every single American citizen who is not already a billionaire.
Therefore, it is not accurate or wise to assume that “non-violent” forms of protest will protect the people of this country from a violent dictator.
We have already witnessed them snatching people off the streets and sending them to foreign prisons, where standards are well outside the acceptable standards of the Geneva Conventions.
Then, we witnessed two dictators sit in the Oval Office and laugh at all of us. They cracked jokes about “homegrown criminals.”
Each of them smirking as they said, “I can’t do anything about it. Can you?” And the other responds, “Who, me? No. I don’t have the power to do that!”
They’re mocking you because you allow them to.
They’re the schoolyard bullies who never learn. That is, they don’t learn until some new kid they pick on turns out to be tougher than they are, and unwilling to put up with them.
When that new kid thoroughly whips their punk asses, they slink back under the rocks they crawled out from beneath.
But they will not retreat one single moment sooner than that. Bullies must always be physically put in their place.
The only exception is when a strong disciplinarian teacher or principal steps in and ends the conflict.
But our Congress, Supreme Court, State governors, and most of our mayors have proven that they are not up to the job.
We need wartime leadership, leaders who are willing to take bold steps, such as calling out the National Guard to deter ICE, instructing State Police to protect every citizen and legal immigrant, or face termination.
Steps are needed such as governors and mayors allowing and encouraging citizens to organize neighborhood watch groups like the one in Lincoln Heights, Ohio.⠀
Local officials should not only be encouraging this, they should be funding it and overseeing training, by bringing in former military personnel and law enforcement experts.
Such experts can teach citizens how to be safe and proficient with firearms, and how to de-escalate conflicts when possible.
But they can also teach them how to use force when necessary, using the least drastic measures necessary.
I consider it absolutely essential that we be greatly expanding access to trauma first aid courses, such as TECC. That’s Tactical Emergency Casualty Care.
If citizens don’t end up shooting someone who they view as a kidnapper, then certainly we still run the risk that one of these fake, cosplay ICE agents ends up seriously harming someone through their complete lack of training, experience, or integrity.
There should be at least one person on every city block who is certified in trauma medicine, or at least familiar with it.
The alternative is not pretty, citizenry, full of pure, unbridled rage, rising up in small, unofficial vigilante groups and causing chaos and destruction.
It’s only a matter of time before this occurs. Setting up a series of dominoes in a line and tipping the first one denotes a predictable outcome, not a wildly speculative slippery slope fallacy. Seeing how such events will soon begin to take shape is merely common sense.
Local governments could easily take genuinely effective action by channeling the rage of the people into effective safe training of local militias, instilling in them the sense of duty that would constrain them against making rash decisions.
But someone must stand. The courts are doing their best, but they have no real teeth.
However, Democrats will likely not take the initiative and do these things. I expect no such bravery from any of them.
So, I beseech each and every person who stands against this tyrannical fascist regime to do it themselves.
Be safe. Be responsible. But be fearless and be determined.
Responsible citizenship behooves us to be proactive and protect our neighbors, our communities, and our freedoms.
The sycophants in Congress are loving their new levels of power, as well as the occasional extreme profits of the president’s insider trading schemes. They will not budge from their shyster positions of extreme privilege.
Nothing about this regime’s actions over the last hundred days says “respect for democracy and democratic freedoms.”
To believe that they will take away your due process and rob you of your right of habeas corpus, but that they will allow you to have free and fair elections is the height of naïveté.
To think that they will illegally pitch autos on the White House lawn, but will not rig elections is dumb.
You are watching them offer influence over US government decisions to foreign nationals through contributions to an illegal bitcoin account. To think they are not planning to jail anyone who speaks out is just plain stupid.
They’re already in the process of rigging future elections, so they will appear to have integrity on the surface, but will have nothing underneath.
If you cannot bring yourself to believe this, then either you are gullible, or the president truly is 6’ 3” tall.
The military is bound by oath not to interfere in civilian politics, even when the politicians are trampling on the Constitution.
Unless the military forgets their oath, unless they fire on the people or unlawfully arrest them, then they are the only blameless party in all of this, so far.
Every train of thought leads
Until you stand for yourself, America, your situation will deteriorate daily.
I repeat, why would they take away your rights of due process and habeas corpus, unless they intend to subject you to terrible things?
Put yourself in this hypothetical situation. Say your young child was walking down the street, and a pedophile tried to abduct them.
If a full-grown adult were standing there when it happened, would you accept anything less than their one hundred percent effort to stop the abduction?
I doubt it.
I’m willing to bet that if you saw the video played back and saw that adult beat the hell out of that would-be attacker, you would shower the defender with loving, thank-you praise and probably offers of money, food, friendship, etc.
You would tell the story of that brave defender for the rest of your life.
But if the video showed you that this person merely stood by and shouted at the abductor, I’m willing to bet that you would be furious.
You might even go so far as to physically attack that person yourself, screaming at them, “Why didn’t you do more to stop them?!”
Well, guess what.
This fascist regime IS abducting people off the streets of America, and you and I are merely standing by and watching, and consoling ourselves that we are doing enough… because we rage-posted about it online.
But I am asking you right now, in the name of whatever you might believe in, why are you not doing more to stop it?
Whether you believe in some deity, the Constitution, your country, basic decency, or just the love of your family, why are you not throwing yourself physically between the innocent and their attackers?
I say to you, no, you have not done enough. You have not done nearly enough. You have not even begun to think about doing enough.
Until you are willing to fight tooth and nail to defend your neighbors, you forfeit the right to complain about anything that this regime has taken from you.
You’re not doing enough until you are willing to show the fierceness of a mother bear defending her cubs.
You must be willing to extend a mother bear’s fierceness beyond your cubs and extend that circle of protection to your neighbor’s cubs.
It does not matter that your neighbor is an immigrant. It does not matter that you do not even know your neighbor’s name.
If you would call yourself an American, then you will get off of your delicate little ass and throw yourself in between that immigrant or his wife or his child and their would-be abductors.
You will not allow yourself the opportunity to hesitate and tell yourself, “Oh, but I could go to prison! I could get hurt or even killed!”
You will not coddle yourself with selfish thoughts such as, “But then who would take care of my children?”
We are either a tribe or we are a random bunch of strangers.
If you will not defend your neighbor or your neighbor’s family, then you forfeit the right to complain when others will not defend you or yours.
To hell with all your rage-posting. Screw your phone calls, emails, and letters to corrupt politicians who already know good and goddamn well what you want and need.
I don’t care how many protests you marched in. If you are not willing to risk life and limb, then I spit on your protest sign.
Fuck your stupid boycotts, unless you are willing to boycott AND throw yourself in harm’s way to defend another American from Nazis.
If you’re willing to do both, then we can be friends.
in the sixties and seventies, everyone went over the top
musicians wore outlandish costumes and behaved as if they were invincible
sometimes, they believed it
but mostly, it was because they had seen through the facade of the system
they did lots of psychedelic drugs which taught them that everything… and yes, i do mean… everything… is utterly ridiculous
there’s literally nothing you can say, think, feel, believe, wear or do that isn’t… just plain silly
rather than take ourselves seriously, why not revel and delight in the temporal, inane shenanigans that are our lives…
ourselves
these days, everyone is up their own asses, again
everyone is busy, twenty-four-seven, trying to convince everyone else that they’re the coolest, that they’ve got it all figured out
“if you’re into disco, you’re not cool, because disco was silly and they just thought it was cool, before everyone knew better”
or
“if you’re into _______, then you’re not cool, because ________.”
put whatever you want in there, classic rock, polka, country, surf music… whatever
someone is going to be actually offended that you like it
“if you’re into that, then you’re not cool, because that’s not what i’m doing and i’m pretty much the only one who’s doing what’s cool.”
it only tells us how terrified you are of our opinions of you
and that’s really the only thing that sets you apart as being truly ridiculous
it’s the not knowing that you’re ridiculous
that not knowing is what makes you comical, farcical
acting cool is cool but believing you’re cool… well, that just makes you kitschy instead of campy
but if you start right out of the gate, convinced that everything about you and what you’re doing is utterly ridiculous, with the intention of milking that silliness for everything it’s worth…
then it’s not ridiculous at all, however ridiculous it is
and it is
for the love of god, please stop trying to convince us that you’re cool and that what other people are doing isn’t
it only makes you into a sad caricature, a parody
you see, we really don’t care what you do, as long as you do it with all of your heart and soul
put on a ten gallon hat deck yourself out in wild makeup wear a smoking jacket sing out of key… in pig latin play bongos while tap dancing do the tango to speed metal dress in leather and do opera dress in drag and do gangsta rap wear a suit and tie while you sing outlaw country music
just know beyond any shadow of doubt, that before, during and after…
Author’s Note: This piece is brand new. This piece is ancient. It speaks of things which happen daily. It shares memories of the long, long ago. It is deeply rooted in yesterday. It is severed from everything except tomorrow.
No More
No more crawling, borrowed knees To beg or steal a parched penance Privilege of chewing Tiny, tinfoil excuses
Receipts, all signed Cuneiform zero There, in the register Where it speaks of the balance Which is long overdue A large and loud emptiness
The slaying of pragmatism And the prodigal son The wisest of investments Healthy, constant dividends Since there are no returns
Assets freely traded On the scales in the marketplace Sacrifices, invisible, smoking On strange altars of doubt
Multiplication of manna eaten in secret Loaves baked, foreign recipes Nets tossed into distant waters Plucking up fishes, filling the nets Pouring floods out of the wide mouth Fleeing the estate, belly of greater fish Absconding from duty Tariffs of masticating consummation
Cutting off the heads of what was, Peeling away, shedding foul-smelling skin, Pulling off all those silvery flakes of armor Toss carcasses in frying pan, Serve with herbs grown in new earth Feast, fructifying small kingdom And a table for one
No more buried talents All now upon display A day of rest is earned In the refusing of yesterday’s complacency Tossing out its tired labors
Cutting down the vines Which brought decades of wine Wine that choked those throats which drank In the seeking of blindness Attempting to drown out All hearing of familiar, droning complaints
A fatted calf not missed, From the cool, shaded hammock That swings peacefully in a calm, quiet Where the only shadow cast Is that of the grand, old oak tree Whose face is always welcome Who speaks only and ever Kindly of its kin Or not at all
Wait now, at the oasis, For the promised bride’s coming Who brings the cool water from the well, For a desert weary camel
All is soon to be right, For the steadfast resistance Against worldly temptations
Sovereignty steps out Dropping the broken, black irons Of miserable bondage Lead, flowing through the river veins Of miserly brothers Cruel rage of bad blood
New, mazel tov celebrations Of kaphar, divine grace Selah and hallelujah In a day of jubilee
The god of forgetfulness, Is ever gracious and joyful Drunk on the charms Of plentiful, good company
Regaled today, by delightful tales, Told by they who arrive on the morrow During a banquet, yet to bloom Banking on its promise Of them and their warm presence
A toast is drunk daily To what is seen Which is nothing For what is In the eyes Most of which Is good
A steward, in secret Stealing everything that was sacred Receives all, in due course New master’s blessings Of themselves, a fine reward
And spared a death, daily The stoning of harsh, marble law Seven generations Removed from the sight And all senses
Tools of old bone Hand me down worries Covet, instead, that wild courage Which rails against the unknown
Naked, cast out No starved, gulag wages Demanding the whole The lion’s share of nary A single thing
Punished sin of necromancy Crime of insisting upon the rubric Of a heritage of heresy Brooding there, in the long lines Where impatient fools bicker and stew Wrestling with the dogs over scraps
A hindsight, an insight A bird advances, eagerly Plopping itself into the hand
The exiling of perdition Raises up its secret children High above the floods Where the true blessings of heaven May kiss them upon their heads Sealing in immunity against sorrow
That these should never dwell In that place of woeful wandering Stone gardens of Golgotha Where is never and nothingness Only long, dusky shades Commiserating with the dead
Kevin Trent Boswell 