I’ve had enough of the ignorance, and of people thinking they know what’s what. I’m done with the parrots who just repeat what they hear from their racist friends and relatives.

I’ve had it with all who have given up on humanity, all who so readily label and judge and assume, all who jump on bandwagons and create scapegoats and enemies out of thin air, who sit at home and think up catchphrases that they hope will stir patriotism, or mistrust and fear, who make shit up and then package it as truth and get people to buy it.

Stop putting words in our mouths, stop deceiving yourselves. Stop being so weak!

The Trump administration is one big false flag operation with a misplaced fixation on wokeness. They want us to be afraid, but they’re the ones with all the phobias. It was Socrates who is quoted as saying, “When the debate is lost, insults become the loser’s tool.” The truth is that Trump and all the people propping him up are peddling nothing more than a product of their own dysfunction, their own fears and suspicions. And they want the rest of us to drink that Kool-Aid.

There’s a quote attributed to Isaac Asimov that says, “Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.”

I don’t believe I’ve heard a better distillation of what we’ve been suffering through for the last nine years.

Donald Trump is about as shallow as they come. He touts the ballroom construction and Lincoln bathroom reno as great accomplishments. He points to those as things we should be happy about and impressed by. He says the Democratic dominance in Tuesday’s elections was only because he wasn’t on the ballot—and, well, maybe the shutdown had something to do with it. He really is a sad, pathetic one trick pony, maybe unwilling to acknowledge that in a substantial way, he was on the ballot.

It won’t be long before JD is stepping in, or there’s a major strategy shift and some in-fighting, a grooming of someone else to take the reins. Who knows what’s already going on behind the scenes? The trouble here is that even if the day arrives when Trump is no longer a factor, the cancer is spreading to the bones, and there are likely many others more capable and more legitimately frightening than Donald.

Now that the ’25 elections are over, we can bet on a doubling of efforts by the brain trust to ensure the 2026 midterms will yield more satisfying results. And these efforts won’t include a palatable, enlightened platform.

Get ready, America. The shit’s just gonna keep hitting the fan. Vought and Miller and the rest have no intention of going gently into that good night.

Looks like it was a decent night for Democrats, including one who seems OK with being labeled a Democratic Socialist. The ‘S’ word is still anathema in some circles, but I’m not sure why. We’ve lived with a brand of socialism since at least the mid-1930s, and most of us seem OK with that.

The longstanding mindset that takes exception to it does so on the basis of capitalism as religion, of “how things used to be” in the frontier days, when a white man was a white man and there weren’t any handouts, before expansion and population increases and diversity, along with money-grubbing schemers who don’t think twice about tanking the economy if they can come up with things like credit default swaps and anything else that preys on misfortune, manipulates the system, and keeps coffers filled and lifestyles intact.

Donald Trump and most Republicans deserve a decisive trouncing. They’ve shown us nothing but self-interest and a cold-hearted blindness to the human condition. Trump and the rest can rail all they want against Mr. Mamdani and other Democrats who have now prevailed in elections they couldn’t sway or corrupt with their fear-mongering and moronic threats.

I hope this means the good guys are gaining some momentum. They soon must find ways to follow through on some of their promises.

It’s a sort of weighty hollowness—the daily realization at some point after waking that Donald Trump is still POTUS. We awaken to a daily nightmare where an old, angry man child with skewed priorities abuses his privileges and neglects his responsibilities and carries out someone else’s agenda.

It’s heavy, because most of us know by now that in order to move beyond this stifling malaise, we need to fight, put ourselves out there and risk catching the eye and feeling the wrath of an irrational adolescent who has no room in his heart, no capacity to empathize, no real desire to govern with a thought for what used to be certain ideals and hopes and expectations.

With each new day, I feel more inclined to believe that Donald is just a punch-drunk loser standing on the deck of a ship in the middle of a storm-tossed sea, trying to keep his balance, trying to stay focused on what matters most to him: total control, bricks and mortar and gold chandeliers, and crushing his enemies, who become more numerous by the day.