I recently heard a commentator suggest that Donald Trump could change the tone of immigration policy by basically muzzling Stephen Miller, because Miller appears to be the one calling the shots when it comes to these heavy-handed ICE raids and the growing unrest as a result of them.

Miller, it appears, has been an L7 weenie most of his life, and now, on the biggest of stages, he gets to finally confirm this for all to see. What we’re seeing in the Trump administration, when it comes to immigration policy, besides laziness and cowardice, isn’t restraint or fairness or anything approaching a reasonable treatment of the issue. Instead we get this deprived soul who calls murdered protesters domestic terrorists, conjures a goon squad, runs rough shod over peoples’ lives and livelihoods, dispensing “justice”, deporting people who have visas or are in the process of doing the right things to gain citizenship, who have families and are holding jobs and trying to free themselves from deplorable conditions in their home countries.

Sure, some who have been caught are illegals and criminals, but not all of them, and there seems to be little effort expended toward discerning the difference. The larger policy is one of zero tolerance and mistrust, a skewed understanding of “what is fair,” and an overarching suspicion and fear of people who aren’t white.

I wonder what happened in Miller’s early years that turned him into such a pariah.

And what are we to think of an administration whose platform’s appeal, in part, appears to reside in picking on people, kicking them when they’re down?

With apologies for the language… fuck you, Donald.

I just finished writing a post in response to the daily writing prompt, which was asking what I like to do in my leisure time, and a certain dissonance materialized. It got me thinking that I should probably be joining the resistance. Instead, I chose to write about golfing and diamond painting and day trips and woodworking. How dare I?!

I should be more conscientious in these days of suffering the consequences of a person who has chosen to go on a daily power trip and listen to people who want to tear the country apart.  How dare I think of leisure time activities when the “Leader of the Free World” appears intent on obliterating the “free” part?

Go to hell, Donald. You’re raining on everyone’s parade but your own, and you appear to enjoy this trampling of rights and abandonment of norms and calculated villainy. But how dare you sit so pretty and ignore the shouts, ignore the pain? You are a cold-hearted ignoramus surrounded by diabolical schemers and losers who have it in their heads that the general population should be nothing but a collection of know-nothing subjects.

How dare you indulge your worst tendencies at the expense of everyone else?

The words come haltingly anymore, especially when it comes to making sense of how such an anomalous distillation of evil could be elected to public office. Twice.

You’re nothing more than a bullshit artist, Donald. People thought you were a plain speaker, that you told it like it was, when really you’re just a died-in-the-wool liar who grew up deprived of everything that really mattered.

And now we pay the price, because seventy-seven million of us were duped. Or maybe they knew exactly who– and what– they were getting.

The Trump debacle is one ever-flowing firehose of contaminated effluence, a never-ending and infuriating case of excuse making, diversions, and CYA. The hope of this administration is to throw up enough mindlessness to de-sensitize and wear us down.

The Donald’s performance at Davos was nothing short of troubling, though his backers will say it was pure Donald genius. Supposedly, his strategy worked to perfection: threaten invasion—OF GREENLAND— along with tariffs and damage to the NATO alliance, and then back off when it looks like he gets what he wants, or the DJIA does a tumble.

Does he really know what he wants? When it comes to leadership and vision and governance, is there any indication that he knows what he’s doing? He wants a peace prize but then orders an invasion of Venezuela. He is actually given the peace prize as a sort of pacifier, but still threatens to invade a sovereign territory.

He says he will tighten the borders—which has happened—but then he creates a goon squad commissioned with spreading cold-hearted fear among people who, for the most part, are already fearful and just looking for a safe space to live and work and make their way through life. Tren de Aragua and Antifa become cliched buzzwords, vengeance and deceit continue to rule the day.

He loses his train of thought with some regularity; he wanders around during meetings—physically and verbally. He probably thinks that the polar vortex we’ve been seeing is a sign that there’s nothing wrong with the environment—even though this intensity is indicative of melting sea ice and warmer water contributing to all this cold spreading more extensively than ever.

Nothing this administration does should be left unexamined, because there are others involved behind the scenes, maybe even running the show. Trump, to some extent, is a hapless moron, drunk on power, always angry at somebody, doing whatever he can to outrun those damned Epstein files.

Donald… did you have something to do with the death of your bestie?