If one is to believe certain people on YouTube, the big meeting Pete Hegseth is calling next week is a harbinger of more bad news— in this case, the groundwork for decapitating our military.

Why the hell would anyone want to do that? The thought of such a wise-ass, incompetent pretty boy having any authority at all—especially in matters of national security—is absolutely galling. If the jury was still out regarding what this administration is trying to do to America, maybe this will awaken the realization that it’s not only Trump we have to worry about.

It’s also been and will continue to be the ones working in the shadows, pulling the strings, writing the playbook, which they’ve been at for years. This is their ballgame. People like Vought and Miller and Roberts and Thiel. All this ugliness is their baby, their brain child. Their… dream for America? Not to mention foreign players who have gained access and leverage.

It’s an all-out assault on democracy, or whatever we’ve had here. Or is this latest development just one more distraction?

What a worthless bunch.

How can so many of them be in lock step with Trump? One might think that, at some point, there would be an awakening among the brown-nosed crew at Fox News or one of the other so-called Conservative mouth pieces. How long can they go on with this cringeworthy groveling? How long before they realize Trump really is an embarrassment and an insult to every man, woman, and child in this country, including them? How can they keep propping him up?

It’s only a matter of time before his next public utterances. They might have happened already, and chances are that next to nothing will have been said. Well, apart from ill-advised threats, darkness, and self-congratulatory drivel.

He deserves all the pushback people can muster. The escalator incident was hilarious. Perfect, really, even if it turns out to have been an accident. Maybe it’s a harbinger of some long overdue closure. One can always hope.

In any event, how dare he treat the office with such flagrant disregard?

It really is mystifying. Trump rambles and pontificates and talks nonsense for an hour—at the U.N.—and it seems more people are starting to wonder why he’s still President. It’s really hard to believe that the people who stand behind him at press conferences and such aren’t mentally doing a face palm and hoping he stops talking.

He is a bloviating buffoon, yet people still kowtow, still manage to speak of him in reverential tones, treat him like some sort of Pharaoh. I think I need a couple Tylenol.

Maybe he’ll implode soon.

When a whole lot of people cry over and speak in hushed, reverential tones about the death of someone who valued his own free speech, who unapologetically spewed hate and passed judgement, then it is clear that an unbridgeable divide exists, that there is no accounting for our choice of heroes, and the chasm between MAGA and the rest of the country will remain, if not widen.

Violence is of course unacceptable, not the answer. But the same goes for ignorance and calculated (or mindless) provocation, especially as these are paraded about as Christian faith.

It’s a gut-level revulsion. It stirs hatred and frustration in me. It has me wondering if we’ll be around long enough to see movement away from such tendencies.

When I read that Ukraine is being pounded in an unfair fight, that Russia is sending fighter jets into NATO territory, or when I read of horrendous conditions and brutality in Sudan—not to mention all that’s happening here at home—I feel like things aren’t moving fast enough, that we haven’t learned anything, that we are no different than the warring, unenlightened factions in history books.

Dominating and conquering are still things, apparently.

Sadly, it appears there will always be a supply of “leaders” who are slaves to the past, with chips on their shoulders and twisted visions and god complexes, people who have no regard for individual rights or autonomy or self-determination, who regard fellow humans as impediments, as property or incidental or expendable, just pieces in some ongoing, unsanctioned chess match.

It galls me to think that someone else believes they have the right to take life away, to dictate terms, to make life miserable while they exist in their bubbles of protection and luxury, isolated from the suffering, and indifferent to it. There must be a special place in hell for such animals– the ones who gave up, who in the most extravagant and hateful of ways were and are just plain selfish. And lazy.