Guess who’s back? Back again? Guess who’s back? Tell your friends. Guess who’s back. Guess who’s back? Well. We created a monster and many decent people have sold their soul to the slime of humanity to align with such trash.
But, that’s politics. Right?
Let's face it: what should be on trial here isn’t who was elected and why but the entirety of the Imperialist White Supremacist Capitalist Patriarchal System in its entirety.
On the surface, Trump Round 2 was created because that corporate conglomerate called the Democratic Party couldn’t get its act together in the post-Obama era.
Rather than embrace the new wave of nation that was leaning towards Bernie Sanders, the billionaire-big-shots decided that Warhawk Hillary, Mummy-Joe and Who-The-Fuck-Is-Kamala-Harris-Anyway were better candidates as they would tow the company line that Bernie Sanders was trying to pull back towards some sanity.
After all: It’s the economy, stupid!
And this is exactly why Trump cruised into his second term after losing his back-to-back bid in the now infamous 2020 Election.
We were now, once again, through the looking glass as a country.
A United States of America that had tilt-shift’d into a Social-Fascist State, rather than just the plain-ol’ National Security Fascist State born out of the post-World-War-2 era.
This curse of the Military Industrial Complex that had ravaged the American Dream from the end of the post-war world into the 50s and beyond the indefinite, had waxed and waned in its public optics, while behind the scenes continued to expand its waistline into realms that only their gods could see.
Conspiracy Theorists were now mainstream as the lid had blown off Pandora’s Box and even still, the zombie public took no issue with what its government was up to or actually doing.
The Church Committee (1975), House Committee on Assassinations (1976) and Iran Contra investigations (1987) made modern day Congress look like stuffed scarecrows instead of actual elected officials.
And still the public would consider the findings of these committees to be “political” rather than actual breadcrumbs leading towards a truth that there was, in fact, unseen powers at play hiding under the guise of “National Security”.
Even though the findings were on the Congressional record, such notions were still considered hogwash by the vox-populi, damning any hope that the United States was still, in fact, a fully functioning Democratic Republic for and by the People.
The United States, instead, is, was and has become nothing more than the proverbial paper-tiger, ripe to fall under the right pull of the wrong string.
So when Donald J. Trump took the oath of office again on January 20, 2025, what he was really doing was swearing in another four years of tomfoolery and happenstance yokel politick, while the machine above him continued to churn.
Trump had traditionally been a moron and was easily misled like many Presidents before him. His ego, however, was the size of 10,000 Texas’, compared to Reagan’s handful or even Bill Clinton’s.
This mass of ego was unlike anything the American Presidency had ever seen and perhaps the world outside of Vlad the Impaler, Pol Pot and Saddam Hussein, to name a few.
Perhaps everyone could take some solace in the fact that Trump wasn’t a mass murderer… but… the night was still young on what would hopefully be the last four years of his Presidency.
In the end, from the strictly American pulpit, Trump was easily the biggest ass to ever take the office of the Presidency, which made him a target for many, including members of his own party.
However, Trump’s topsy-turvy approach to politics also attracted a new audience starving for a freshly-recycled message rather than the standard-recycled crap they were used to.
This and his ability to seemingly use his ego as source of never ending fuel, gave him an almost superhuman ability to never stop talking in an era where soundbites and 30 second videos were the new Walter Cronkites in a corporate media driven era that had perfected the art of the Goebbles-Bernays propaganda.
The result of all this mesh-mash of generational mistakes was a human race that was literally ready to melt away under the Earth’s Yellow Sun, leaving nothing but a layer of dead fish and rotting algae along in its wake.
Granted it could be righteous and true to forget about the past, especially considering that the United States “won the war”, but realizing that Trump was nothing more than the systemic aftermath of decades upon decades worth of subterranean neo-fascism, could perhaps, maybe, hopefully wake up enough of the general public to force the system into a new political direction.
Realizing this fact would be like Dorthy coming out of her coma in the Wizard of Oz. There might be some recognition of the reality around us… but in truth, we’d be scrambling to make sense of the nightmare we had just awaken from… And you were there, and you were there… and YOU.
Yes, examining the past was a start, but only if it sparked a collective Ah-Ha moment that seeded a wave of enlightenment upon the collective epiphany that: These were all preventable steps; what the fuck were we thinking?
Why did we drop the bomb? Why did Vietnam take 20 years to end? What was the impetus behind MK-Ultra? Why did the aftermath of 9-11 read exactly like the 1997 PNAC Report? And why do we keep sponsoring violence around the world?
But the real dividing line between Trump and true global revolution was a bend in the human psyche.
This polarity didn’t necessarily require guns or violence, but rather a spiritual awakening the likes humanity had never seen.
Because it was only after we had taken the time to examine our missteps, that we could we then question the ultimate constructs of reality and begin to form new ideas around our who, what and why here on earth.
Consensus was hard to come by these days, and finding it through the lens of a countrywide spiritual eureka was probably not the most immediate approach — but it was the only one.
Even the most Catholic of Priests would agree that cutting back on weapons to feed the poor was probably a more prudent and even cost effective approach to a positive life on earth.
After all, if we could coalesce in some realization that humanity was more important than tomorrow’s greed, then maybe there would be hope beyond elections and even more rich people getting even more rich.
Maybe we wouldn’t care about UFOs and UAPs and whatever other crap might come flying out of our phones and televisions in the hopes of distracting us from these foundational truths.
Maybe we would be able to create the same peace and freedom we mimicked in our rituals and ceremonies... and yearned to dream about in our more private moments — a universal serenity that washed over us all in the same rhythm as our breaths and the ocean waves.
Maybe, under the right kind of Multi-Dimensional Renaissance, we wouldn’t even need elections at all.