To the vandals, the looters and the fire-starters who come dressed for war but not for justice:

You are not the resistance.

You are not the movement.

You are not fighting tyranny.

You are feeding it, you ignorant baboons.

I say this not as some wide-eyed pacifist or apologist for power. I’m not asking anyone to be polite, or quiet, or obedient. I want noise. I want defiance. I want full-throated, uncompromising resistance.

But I also want it to matter.

And what you’re doing—the brick-throwing, the car-burning, the opportunistic chaos masquerading as rebellion—is making it harder for all of us to win.

You may think you’re lashing out at the system, but every window you smash, every store you loot, every public space you deface is another gift-wrapped excuse for Donald Trump and his jackboot loyalists to do exactly what they already want to do: send in the troops, escalate the crackdown, and point to the news cameras and say, “See? I told you they’re animals.”

You are proving the tyrant’s point for him.

Trump doesn’t need new laws or false flags.

He has you.

You are his propaganda.

While the rest of us are standing shoulder to shoulder in principled protest—demanding liberty, defending democracy, fighting for the right to resist—you’re breaking shit and calling it revolution.

It’s not.

It’s reckless.

It’s selfish.

And it’s collaboration with tyrants, whether you realize it or not.

Because here’s the truth you’re ignoring: the more you break the law, the more laws the tyrant gets to write.

And every time you set a fire, you’re burning down the very credibility we need to fight him.

This isn’t just about optics.

It’s about strategy.

It’s about survival.

When people see Trump deploying troops in California, they should be horrified.

But thanks to your bullshit, they’re watching footage of looted storefronts and flaming dumpsters.

And they’re getting comfortable—comfortable!—with a police state.

That’s on you.

So stop handing the fascists their talking points.

Stop making the line between protester and provocateur blur beyond recognition.

Stop giving them cover to bring this Despotism Tour to Seattle, to Chicago, to New York.

I was born the same day as Donald Trump.

He wants tanks and a parade so he can forget about his incontinence and small hands and feel like a tough guy instead of the creamsicle coward he is.

Me? For my birthday, I’ll be at the No Kings rally. I’ll be loud. I’ll be angry.

But I won’t be a damn punk helping him justify tyranny.

You want to fight?

Good. Fight back—don’t lash out.

Smash limitations. Not windows.

Break silence. Not stores.

Disobey. Disagree. Be a problem.

But don’t be the excuse.

Be rude. Be bold. Be ungovernable.

But stop doing the enemy’s job for him.

The police state doesn’t fear chaos. It feeds on it.

What it fears is organization. Discipline. Unbreakable, undeniable resistance with purpose and power behind it.

So cut the shit.

Liberty and freedom doesn’t mean do whatever you want without any regard for morals or the law.

Ignoring basic human decency is what Trump and tyrants do.

Do better.