The Project 2025 playbook is being followed. Anyone who still doubts this is kidding themselves.

Trump has it out for California and Gavin Newsom, so he creates a situation, sends in the ICE thugs, paints a more dire picture than what was actually happening on the ground in LA, looks for excuses, banks on a lack of restraint, on misbehavior from the inevitable hotheads and opportunists (and people who have simply had enough?!), who loot and turn to violence (or did Trump or someone send these in?), which in turn plays right into Trump’s hand and makes it look like he had no choice but to mobilize the Guard and tell Pete Hegseth to send in some Marines, just for good measure.

There’s nothing Presidential here. Trump is obviously crying wolf, looking for excuses, fabricating the next scenario for expanding his influence. He only loves the fact that he has such power at his fingertips.

Things are moving fast! Another great week for America coming up, topped off with a military parade for our very own Supreme Leader wannabe.

So it begins, or so things descend to the next circle of hell. National Guard troops sent to LA to quell rioting over ICE behavior. Trump must be salivating over the opportunity to give California a hard time about yet another thing. It might make one wonder what the troops’ orders are, and why they’re being sent in the first place. Is there a legitimate disturbance that needs quelled, or is it just a convenient excuse for Trump and Noem and the rest to play enforcer, feel like tough guys, put the kibosh on legitimate anger, instill fear in the general populace?

What good is it for the country to be subjected to such irrelevant silliness on a daily basis? This is what we get with Trump.

There’s no serious work on matters of importance to most Americans. Instead, we get draconian executive orders and house resolutions, and pissing contests with Elon or the press or some late-night host. It seems to truly have become one big reality TV show playing out for ratings, instead of genuine though less glamorous efforts at alleviating suffering and fixing infrastructure and maintaining a good standing in the world.

Practically every day offers up a reminder of how inept and uncaring Trump is, how ill-suited he is to be the one sitting at the Resolute Desk. We can’t go on like this.

I learned something new this morning. There was an article on the newsfeed about a shortage of fresh water in parts of the world, and it also referenced the process of reverse osmosis desalination—a method used in relieving that shortage.

I got to wondering about what effect this has on sea levels (i.e., would the oceans ever run low, given increasing demand?), so I asked ChatGPT about it and found that the oceans are so big that it really doesn’t have any effect on ocean water levels. The cyclical nature of evaporation and rain water, etc., also work to keep things in some sort of balance.

One concern, though, is that salt collected in the process is returned to the oceans, and this needs to be done in a way that doesn’t affect marine life and create unhealthy concentrations. This must be done properly and responsibly.

In any event, it’s something of a relief to learn that, if I’m understanding it correctly, the need for fresh water doesn’t involve robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Such a predictable soap opera. Such drama, and at the highest levels of government.

We should all be so proud.

Another distraction, another trip down the rabbit hole for the media horde. And in the meantime, America is dumbing down, funding is cut for essential cancer research and disease prevention. A big beautiful bill will jeopardize the health of millions of Americans who apparently are dispensable, and which will put money in the pockets of people who need it least—all in the name of “stimulating growth.”

The tenuous nature of the relationship between Trump and Musk should come as a surprise to no one. How else does a marriage of convenience and quid pro quo usually end, especially with Trump? The pathetic part is that it takes up so much of our time with trying to parse it. There’s nothing to parse!

How much longer will we put up with this insane, inane, hate-filled bunch of clown car sleazebags? We are currently the world’s least funny joke, from coast to coast, and rightfully so. Ron Johnson and the rest of the mealy-mouthed snakes can slither east ‘til their hats float.

The thing about Trump is that it’s difficult, maybe next to impossible, to believe that he comes up with much of what he says. Some of the off-the-cuff stuff is most likely his—the stuff containing his basic twelve-word vocabulary—but speeches at podiums or rallies at least start out as screeds written by Stephen Miller or some other Beltway operative with a skewed view of the world.

It might make one wonder if Trump could ever take a stand or even believes the shit he says.

He’s putty in somebody’s hands. He’ll take care of coming across as a bully and tough talker, but the meat and potatoes policy stuff is the brainchild of the masterminds at the Heritage Foundation and elsewhere. They just keep propping him up and pulling the string.