"Illustration by Honor C. Appleton from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen 1926" by crackdog is licensed under CC BY 2.0.
We are all ready to vomit out a primal scream, a cri de coeur of rage and of fury, as so many people are allowing themselves to be beguiled by their own government. We have become, as C.S. Lewis wrote, “men without chests.”
Before facts have time to settle, the mirror machinery of politics is activated. Before evidence is weighed, the labels arrive. Before truth has a chance to breathe, the soulless spin doctors are already hard at work manufacturing certainty for their chosen audience. Too many people are trained to consume it without hesitation, without skepticism, without a mind. No patience. No demand for evidence. Just reflexive tribal belief.
By submitting to Trump’s iron whims, we are allowing ourselves to become victims of the dead souls of the masses that had apparently been fermenting beneath the floorboards of this country for a very long time. To our final capitulation, we are watching as the rules of law and the Constitution are treated as inconvenient suggestions. Decency and human regard for each other are treated like dirty cocktail napkins. It would all be Shakespearean comical if it weren’t so serious. That’s the annoying part, not just the inhumanity of it all, but the cemented durability of it.
The only welfare queens we gave today are the Bezos, the Musks, the Ellison’s the Trumps, the Christian Nationalist Nazis 2026.