They can't hide it. For one thing it's a compulsion. They say it's patriotic, unifying, bipartisan and blah-blah. Is that a joke? It's one cheapshot after another, and an exercise in tyranny. What is it, really? The consummation of the privatization of the government. Of the country. Conquest.
Republicans are the Confederacy. They own the country. Private equity firms buy companies, strip them of assets, saddle them with debt and say go and good luck. Leave your pensions. They skipped the good luck part. They are throwing a gargantuan party with our money, an orgy of corruption.
And not only for the 4th. It's going on all the time. The country isn't ours. It's theirs. They own it. Bought it. Beat it. They own us. We wonder who 'they' are and analyze it down but screw that. The richest 1%? The richest tenth of that? Koch's cronies and Musk's minions? Name your torturers.
It's them, the NPCs, the mindless agents of doom Musk was after. He didn't find them. We found them. Smashing our doors down, hard to miss. It doesn't matter. What is a cheapshot? Kicking at people who can't fight back. Sound familiar? We are the brown people. All of us. They are ICE.
No one nation under God. Never was. How will it be characterized, decades away? Think on that. We're inside of an explosion. This is what it looks like, from the inside.
An epic failure and enormous shitshow, but it doesn't matter. The coup, putsch, takeover, conquest, sacking, demolition, usurpation, whatever, but I wonder how it will be remembered anyway, Trump's mind-blowing graft and grift? The ICE surges? Everyone knows more is coming.
A long summer awaits us. At the same time, it's over. It's done. Our country is gone. Law, values, integrity, traditions, up in flames. We handed inconceivable power to people whose corruption, venality, dishonesty and cruelty defy description. Or they seized power. It doesn't matter.
Trump staged our funeral. An orgiastic episode, ann end to a looting in barbarian fashion. Rape, pillage, murder, repeat. Plunder on tape loop. Plunder to exhaustion, of resources or plunderers.
We can't go back. Forward, folks. We are the generation that failed. Say it's the boomers, if it makes you feel better. It doesn't matter. The torch has been dropped. The country is dead. Those that carry what it was in their hearts will have to unseat the false heirs and traitors.
And start over. It wasn't rational by any standard. They're settling a grudge, punishment for the Civil War and desegregation. So they will leave nothing. Salt the fields of democracy. Make it impossible to build on the ruins, if they can. Where there was integrity, cowardice and dishonor.
Resurrect something, people. Acknowledge what has been lost, like a generational link that is broken when an abusive, addicted wastrel wrests control of the family estate and trashes it. We are the sons of liberty. They are the destroyers. Witness in Washington our utter disgrace.
Decency is lost, in the aftermath of conquest. A celebration of a glorious victory. A party for a bunch of pigs, marauders and destroyers. The worst frat party ever. It's not us. It's the Confederacy. They've won, for now. Let's own it, what's happened, for once. And move on.