By David Glenn Cox
We cannot be saved unless we save ourselves. He will not relent until he’s made to relent. In the face of a dangerous and unpopular war, he proposes only more war. The gears and governors of government are stripped and broken. I have more respect for a bank robber than I do for the extreme court. May they die rolling in their own excrement. They are, by definition, treasonous. They are, by history, the unelected safety switch of wealth. Where they were once masters of their own houses, they have now become the tools and servants of madness.
The Tenth Amendment to the Constitution offers that all other powers not specifically mentioned belong exclusively to the states. One power specifically not mentioned are elections. Elections are the purview of the states alone! PERIOD! So for a Federal Court to intervene in elections is by definition unconstitutional and criminal. I’m old enough to remember Bush V. Gore and the criminal ruling where the Supreme Court intervened and overruled the lawful and legitimate Florida Supreme Court. But added by way of alibi, “Just this once.”
Little Mikey Johnson shuts down the House of Representin, every time someone whispers Epstein. Meaning that they already know that he is guilty! Because underneath, the root cause of all our crises is a filthy, pedophile rapist sitting in the Oval Office. Running free like Caligula in Rome. Fiscally abhorrent and morally bankrupt. And now, he wants to invade another country. He wants to kill some more people as his murderous bloody nature remains unsatiated.
It reminds me of the story of the dictator who thought that Great Britain was finished and decided to go ahead and invade Russia. The man who turns back on peace, because he’s a sociopath in the midst of a fever dream. Understand that he has no concern for any of us. When the line at the gas station looks like Moscow and the prices reach their breaking point and our economy is in ruins. He won’t care. He is insane! Not comically insane, but criminally insane. He revels in his cruelty because it strokes his criminal ego. He has the power to hurt people, and he revels in it.
I tire of hearing him called the forty-fifth and forty-seventh President of the United States. He’s not the President. He is the Premier, he’s Comrade Donald the first. The dictator of the United States. Like Godzilla trampling through Tokyo, he tramples on the rights of the American people. We must prepare ourselves, if something wicked this way comes. If he jiggers with the elections, we must be prepared to take to the streets in a general strike. Never mind prison, you’re already in prison right now. The question is, do you want your children to live in prison? To live in a land of oligarchs and corrupt courts. Complicit media, sports betting parlors and celebrity news. Am I wrong?
He does whatever he wants, and his house slaves in black robes put their heads down and whisper, ‘Yes, sire.” He cannot be stopped by conventional means, but he must be stopped by any means. The Satrap Trump rules as a dictator, and he must be removed or the future is dark for us all. We no longer have allies, and have not a friend left in the world; only the accomplices remain. When the world walked out on Netanyahu, it should have walked out on Satrap Trump first. Why punish the little horn and give the Antichrist polite applause?
If you really want to change the world you must first eliminate the biggest threat to it. We are seeing the effects of climate change manifest before our eyes. Floods, heat waves, hurricanes that go from category one to category five in 24 hours. But the Satrap Trump doesn’t believe in climate change or, more precisely, doesn’t care. So the free and fair media are prohibited by the king’s anger from even mentioning it publicly.
During the dark days of the Republican Depression of 1929. The print media was almost exclusively in the hands of rich Republicans. They described food riots as being caused by red agitators. It couldn’t be that people were starving. No, it had to be Goldstein or some enemy of the people riling them up. It couldn’t be their hunger causing it. The rich caused the Great Depression and wanted the poor to pay for it. Even down to hungry children starving, they wanted the poor to carry the burden. Don’t tax MY MILLIONS! That’s Communism! Don’t you dare try to stop me with your laws from polluting the air or the water! It’s my divine right by reason of my great wealth.
This is a sick, sick man. No different from Hitler, Stalin, Mao, or Pol Pot. Let’s not sugarcoat this. He is a pathologically evil man and supercharged by the power he’s been given. Now, he is the people! He is our desires and our wishes and hopes for the future, all contained inside that corrupt orange cranium. Complete with concentration camps and secret police. A secret police immune from the law. He likes and curries favor with other dictators around the globe in North Korea, China and Russia. Vladimir Putin offers him riches, if he will just make Ukraine surrender.
It’s like the good ole days of king’s and potentates and satraps. Bartering for the world; I’ll give you tons of gold if you will just give me this province. The Satrap Trump decides there will be no throttling of artificial intelligence. Since when are those the actions of a President? And not the actions of a dictator? Openly, brazenly, flaunting his power and throwing it in your face, and just daring you to try and do something about it.
“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim or too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard travelling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that THIS is YOUR WORLD and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think that you’ve not got any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I’d starve to death before I’d sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow.”
― Woody Guthrie
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” – Winston Churchill
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