Author: Brutus X (Page 1 of 5)

So much for the peace president.

Donald Trump, the self-anointed anti-war messiah, the man who puffed up his chest and barked through every rally about how only he could stop World War III—has now done the one thing he screamed Kamala Harris would do: he bombed Iran.

This is the same man who claimed that avoiding war was “easy.” That under him, America would stop being the world’s police. That Biden was a warmonger, that Harris would nuke the planet by breakfast, that only Trump—our orange dove of peace—could save us from the global inferno.

And now?

Now we get the reports that American bombs have fallen on Iranian soil. People are dead. The region is destabilized further. And all of a sudden, the cult who once crowed about Trump’s restraint have entered their latest phase of reality distortion: creative justification.

They don’t support war, they say. No, no—this was surgical. This was self-defense. This was about sending a message. This was preventing a bigger war.

Funny how the excuses pour in when it’s their guy dropping the payload. If Biden or Harris had done this, they’d already be painting mushroom clouds behind her in their Facebook memes.

What happened to “America First”? What happened to “end endless wars”? What happened to all the chest-beating about not being like every other president with a drone joystick and a God complex?

Trump didn’t bring peace. He brought performance art. A four-year cosplay of non-intervention while selling weapons to Saudi Arabia and whispering sweet nothings to dictators. His “peace” was never about human life—it was about ego. It was about not wanting to look like the bad guy, not about not being the bad guy.

Notice, of course, Congress was not involved in this decision. No pause to try for diplomacy as Trump promised was actually taken. This entire operation and the hell it has likely started in the region was communicated with a post to Truth Social.

This fucking clown is essentially tweeting policy.

And his cult—oh, his loyal, glassy-eyed foot soldiers—will follow him straight into the bunker, grinning through the cognitive dissonance. Yesterday they screamed “No More Foreign Wars!” Today they’re screaming “They Had It Coming!” Tomorrow they’ll scream “Fake News!” when the bodies pile up.

Because it was never about peace. It was never about principle. It was about rage. Rage at anything foreign. Rage at progress. Rage at anyone not white, straight, and loyal. Trump was just the vessel. And now that vessel has dropped bombs on Iran and shattered whatever illusion was left.

So let’s be very clear: Donald Trump just proved he is not the peace president. He is not some master of restraint. He is not different. He is not better. He is just another coward with bombs, hiding behind flags and slogans while real people bleed.

And if you’re still cheering, still justifying, still twisting yourself into moral knots to defend this—you were never anti-war. You were never about peace.

You were just looking for a war you liked.

Donald Trump is the weakest man to ever wield the full weight of the American presidency.

That is not an opinion. It is the only conclusion left to draw after watching a man so incapable of leadership, so devoid of empathy, so pathologically insecure that his every action is an act of theater—performed not to govern, but to mask the fact that he has no idea how.

And yet somehow, in the upside-down hellscape of his movement, this is sold as strength.

The arrogance? The cruelty? The refusal to listen to experts, allies, or even common sense? His unshakable belief that governing is simply shouting louder than the truth?

To his cult, that’s not failure. That’s alpha. That’s toughness. That’s leadership.

But it’s not. It’s cowardice behind a power tie.

Trump has no vision. No steady hand. No plan for the future that extends past his reflection. So instead, he demands loyalty like a mob boss and rage-tweets like a drunk ex-boyfriend. He doesn’t command respect—he extorts it, from underlings too scared to speak and a base too brainwashed to blink.

This is not strength.

It’s theater for weak men who love a strongman.

And what makes this not just pathetic but dangerous is that he still holds the power to shape lives, destroy futures, and ignite global chaos.

He still has the nuclear codes.

He still has armed loyalists.

He still has a nation of bootlickers willing to call a tantrum “strategy” and a press conference meltdown “dominating the narrative.”

He doesn’t care about the country. He can’t.

He doesn’t know how.

Empathy is alien to him. Humility is impossible.

And governing? That’s a job for grownups. He’s never applied.

He rules by spectacle because he has no substance.

He demands applause because he cannot tolerate truth.

And the more people laugh—foreign leaders, citizens, even his own staff—the more furious and unstable he becomes. Because every joke, every crack in the illusion, reminds him that he is not a king.

But he wants to be.

And that’s why we should all be afraid.

Because when a weak man starts to lose control of his fantasy, he doesn’t let go—he lashes out. And when he has power? That lash can turn into real violence, real devastation, real harm to real people.

So no, his bluster isn’t strength. His ego isn’t confidence.

It’s just armor for a hollow man.

A scared man.

A small man.

A man who would rather see the nation burn than admit he was never worthy of it in the first place.

And the tragedy is, that man still sits on a throne of levers, and there are still millions of Americans calling his collapse a “comeback.”

We are not ruled by a tyrant.

We are haunted by a coward.

And your silence is taken as permission.

But remember: a haunting only lasts as long as the house stays quiet. So make noise. Speak truth. Drive this specter of weakness out with good trouble. Refuse to let this little man destroy everything we should be standing for.

We can be louder than the lies.

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.

This is not a warning.

This is a report from the front.

Authoritarianism is no longer some distant shadow on the edge of democracy. It’s not a hypothetical. It’s not a thinkpiece. It’s not the concern of academics or historians or hand-wringing moderates trying to predict “what could happen.”

It’s here.

Right now. On your screen. In your streets.

And if you’re still asking how do we avoid it?, you’re already behind.

The President of the United States—Donald J. Trump—has federalized troops in California, overriding the objections of the state government. He’s publicly declared that troops will be placed “everywhere.”

Not because we’re under foreign attack.

Not because American lives are in danger.

But because resistance offends him.

Because protests rattle his illusion of control.

Because anything that challenges the Trump cult of power must be crushed—not debated, not answered, not heard—crushed.

And let’s be clear: this has nothing to do with justice or safety.

Trump recently told the country: “You spit, we hit.”

That’s not law and order.

That’s not leadership.

That’s fascism with a catch phrase.

“You spit, we hit” isn’t a policy—it’s a threat. It’s a message to every citizen that power answers criticism with violence. That obedience is survival. That dissent will be punished, not corrected.

And take a look at the calendar:

This Saturday is Trump’s big military parade.

The flags. The tanks. The jets overhead.

And here we are days before that spectacle watching troops deployed against civilians, cities militarized, dissent labeled treason.

This is not a coincidence.

This is the script.

The parade isn’t a celebration—it’s a fucking threat and a promise from a deranged power-hungry man-child who believes our lives are his to do with as he pleases.

And we’ve seen this all before.

Hitler used the Reichstag fire.

Mussolini used strikes and civil unrest.

Both promised their authoritarian grip was temporary. Both sent militarized units to quell any resistance.

Both demonized the opposition as terrorists, saboteurs, unpatriotic “elements.”

Both turned their nations into stage sets of patriotic spectacle and military showmanship.

And both were cheered by cowards and opportunists until the silence was irreversible.

What Trump is building now isn’t a response to crisis.

It is the crisis.

A regime of ego, grievance, and cruelty disguised as security.

A state of performance and pageantry, not governance.

He doesn’t protect citizens.

He protects his image.

He protects his ideology.

He protects the illusion that Donald Trump is untouchable, unquestionable, and eternal.

But he is none of those things.

And we are not powerless.

We must resist.

We do it not with politeness, but with loud voices and a determined but lawful belligerence.

Not with meek silence, but with aggressive truth.

Not by waiting, hoping, wishing—but by refusing.

Refusing to let this become normal.

Refusing to speak softly when the government sends troops into cities that never asked for them.

Refusing to act like it’s just “politics” when the president threatens his own people like an occupying general.

Resistance now is not optional. It is sacred.

And if we still believe in liberty—real liberty, not the brand-name bullshit they print on bumper stickers—then we must speak, shout, organize, create, expose, confront.

Because what stands before us is not conservatism.

It is not strength.

It is not security.

It is tyranny, draped in a flag, barking orders through a gold-plated bullhorn.

And it’s already here.

So stop wondering when the line will be crossed.

It was. Yesterday.

And the day before that.

And again this morning.

The question now isn’t if we resist.

It’s how loud we’re willing to be when they tell us to shut up.

It’s how far we can spit in the face of a dictator’s goons.

It’s how much we cherish our freedoms and each other.

”Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered.”

Thomas Paine

They call us enemies of the state.

And they mean it as an insult.

But if the “state” is what we have now—then you’re goddamn right we are.

Because this isn’t the state of a republic anymore. It’s the bloated corpse of one, animated by flags, slogans, and the paranoid dreams of a man-child tyrant who calls himself president. Donald Trump has turned the machinery of government into a battering ram—targeting immigrants, silencing critics, coddling white supremacists, and waving the Constitution he just pissed on.

And if resisting that makes us enemies?

Then write it down in ink. Etch it into stone.

We are enemies of this state. With pride.

The term “enemy of the state” once conjured images of spies, traitors, saboteurs. But today? All it takes to earn that label is refusing to kneel.

Refusing to smile when ICE drags families from their homes.

Refusing to salute when Trump praises the Houthis for killing our soldiers.

Refusing to stand still when the president claims a hoax genocide of white farmers while denying safe harbor to actual refugees of color.

This isn’t law and order. This is loyalty testing.

This is dictatorship-by-brand.

This is McCarthyism in high def with worse grammar.

Every tyrant needs a villain. And in Trump’s America, it’s you. It’s anyone who still believes in truth, in compassion, in accountability.

It’s teachers who assign banned books.

It’s journalists who report facts.

It’s activists who won’t sit down.

It’s mothers who speak out.

It’s veterans who say, “I fought for this country, not for that man.”

And so be it.

Let them call us radicals.

Let them surveil our posts and blacklist our names.

Let them brand us with the title they think will shame us.

We will wear “enemy of the state” like a medal.

Because when the state tramples the people, defies its founding ideals, and replaces truth with spectacle—being its enemy is the only moral position left.

Let history show that some of us stood up.

That some of us didn’t smile when the walls went up and the books came down.

That some of us understood that silence wasn’t safety—it was complicity.

And if that means exile from their America?

Then let the bastards exile us.

We’ll build something better in the ashes.

There is no polite way to say this, and there shouldn’t be.

We are becoming monsters.

We laugh now. Not nervously, not uncomfortably, but with real pleasure. We laugh when migrants cry for their children. We cheer when ICE buses pull away. We forward memes that mock asylum seekers. We say “go back to where you came from,” as if we didn’t all descend from someone else’s desperation.

A Republican voter was filmed last month holding up a sign that read, “Deport the Democrats” at a rally. And instead of being escorted out or denounced, he got applause. Somewhere along the line, cruelty stopped being the cost of policy — and became the point.

Let Them Die

“People are not — well, we all are going to die, so, for heaven’s sakes,” she said,

At a Town Hall gathering this week, Senator Joni Ernst was asked what she had to say to the 14 million Americans who would lose access to Medicaid under the Republican budget. Of course many of those affected are immigrants. The quite rational and human concern that many humans will suffer and die without medical coverage was answered with that Trumpian smirk we all know too well:

That was it. Not even the pretense of concern. This wasn’t policy. It was gallows humor from someone who built the gallows.

This is the world we’ve allowed to rot around us: a country where a sitting senator jokes about letting people die because they are poor or not white enough or foreign-born or just not useful to her anymore.

Maybe you didn’t vote for this. Maybe you didn’t find Senator Ernsts comments funny or acceptable.

But what are you going to do about this?

“If You Feel Sorry for Him, Don’t”

Then there’s President Donald J. Trump, the most powerful man in the country, and among the most spiritually bankrupt.

Last week, after news broke that Joe Biden has stage 4 prostate cancer, Trump took to the stage and mocked him. Not just politically but as is Trumps modus operandi, personally.

“He’s vicious. If you feel sorry for him, don’t.”

The crowd laughed.

A man is dying, and the President’s reaction is not pity or grace — but vengeance. This is who he is. And if you cheer for him, it’s who you are too.

TACO

And yet, the man who proudly calls his enemies “vermin,” who bullies the disabled, who mocks women’s appearances, cannot tolerate a joke.

When a Wall Street Journal columnist referred to him as a “TACO” — Trump Always Chickens Out — in reference to his trade policy flip-flops, Trump exploded. “Nasty,” he said. “Unfair.”

The man who turns every opponent into a punchline can’t take one himself. His skin is thinner than the wrapper his fast food is bundled in. And still, millions worship him, not because he is strong, but because he lets them be weak. He gives them permission to be petty, cruel, frightened little tyrants in their own lives.

The Harvard Vendetta

Trump’s war against Harvard has nothing to do with national security. He doesn’t care about China’s influence or the sanctity of education. He is attacking the university because they made him feel small. Because people there think. Because they laughed at him.

And like every dictator in training, he has one response to being ridiculed: punishment. He wants to revoke their funding. Ban their international students. Intimidate faculty.

None of it is about the good of the nation. It is about the vindictiveness of one broken man.

This Is Not Normal. This Is Not Okay.

We are not debating policy anymore. We are debating whether empathy should still exist. We are watching our leaders — and too many of our neighbors — become comfortable with the language of dehumanization, with jokes about mass death, with policies soaked in spite.

It’s not that America has lost its way. It’s that we’ve lit the map on fire and called it a torch.

So yes, we’re all going to die.

But until then, we have a choice. We can let this country slide into a pit of laughter and lies and vengeance… or we can stand up and say, enough.

And if you are not sure how to begin again, how to stop being numb, or afraid, or complicit, start here:

“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

–Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

That’s it. That’s the revolution.

Donald Trump has never met a white victim he didn’t want to rescue—or invent.

This time, his crusade is in South Africa, where he’s reviving a long-debunked far-right conspiracy theory: that white farmers are being “systematically exterminated” in a state-sanctioned genocide. And he isn’t just repeating the lie. He’s using it to justify granting white refugees special protection, while continuing to vilify and deport Black and brown migrants from Central America, Africa, and the Middle East.

This isn’t foreign policy.

It’s white supremacy, pretending to be humanitarianism.

Let’s break it down—lie by lie.

Lie #1: “They’re Killing White Farmers in Droves”

Trump’s Claim:

A genocide is underway targeting white South African farmers.

The Truth:

There is no evidence of a racial genocide. South African police reported 44 murders linked to farming communities in 2024—only 8 of them were farmers. These numbers are not disproportionate when compared to the country’s overall crime rate, which affects both Black and white South Africans alike. Experts in South Africa and globally—including AgriSA, the country’s largest agricultural union—have repeatedly stated that these crimes are about economic vulnerability, not racial targeting.

Why He Said It:

Because “genocide” sounds more useful than “violent crime,” and white victims make better Fox News banners than complex socioeconomic realities.

Lie #2: “This Photo Proves It—Look at the Body Bags”

Trump’s Claim:

He showed President Ramaphosa a photo of body bags, claiming they contained murdered white farmers.

The Truth:

The photo came from Reuters footage of the Democratic Republic of Congo, not South Africa. The bodies had nothing to do with farming or race. This is not a mistake. This is intentional deceit, using African tragedy to manufacture white martyrdom.

Why He Said It:

Because lies that confirm your bias are more powerful than truths that challenge your prejudice.

Lie #3: “The Crosses Are Graves of Slaughtered White Farmers”

Trump’s Claim:

He presented images of white crosses, calling them visual proof of a vast, ongoing extermination.

The Truth:

Those crosses were part of a 2020 protest by a white advocacy group in South Africa. They’re symbolic, not evidence. It was political theater, not a graveyard. Trump took propaganda and rebranded it as proof. Because that’s what he does—he turns falsehood into fuel.

Why He Said It:

Because emotion beats data, and grief—real or manufactured—gets headlines.

Lie #4: “We Must Give Them Asylum—They’re the Real Refugees”

Trump’s Claim:

White South African farmers deserve U.S. asylum because they are victims of racial persecution.

The Truth:

Meanwhile, Trump has shut the door on every brown-skinned refugee fleeing gang violence, war, famine, political persecution, or climate collapse. He’s turned away Haitian earthquake survivors, Afghan families left behind, Syrian war victims, and Central American children—while rolling out the red carpet for white South Africans based on a hoax.

Why He Said It:

Because to Trump, “refugee” is not a status—it’s a color. White victims are political capital. Brown ones are a threat.

The Final Lie: That This Is About “Law and Order”

Don’t be fooled.

This isn’t about international security or humanitarian concern.

It’s about weaponizing whiteness.

It’s about creating a false sense of persecution to justify racist immigration policies.

It’s about telling his base: “Look at the noble white victims. Now look at the violent brown invaders.”

Trump doesn’t give even a little speck of a damn about South Africa. He doesn’t care about farmers. He cares about narrative control. He cares about race-based politics. He cares about votes.

And he cares about keeping the myth alive that whiteness is under siege—because without that myth, his movement has no soul.

Call It What It Is.

This is not foreign policy. This is not concern for human rights.

This is racism. This is disinformation.

This is the president of the United States fabricating genocide to justify apartheid by proxy.

So don’t tell me this is politics as usual.

This is the machinery of hate—oiled, primed, and aimed.

And it’s time we jam the gears.

Michelle Rementeria Diaz has lived in the United States since she was 13 years old. She’s a wife (let’s not let it be lost on us the cruel irony that her married name is Free), a mother, a business owner, and a legal permanent resident. She pays her taxes. She works. She raises her child. She belongs here.

But none of that mattered when the government decided to treat her like a threat.

In March 2025, Michelle flew home from Chile with her family. She passed through customs like any legal resident would expect to—until she didn’t. ICE agents detained her for a decade-old misdemeanor marijuana charge—something she had already resolved years ago. It was a petty offense, the kind that wouldn’t even cost your teenager much more than a week or two being grounded. For Michelle, it’s been weeks in and out of custody, stripped of her freedom, torn from her daughter, and now facing deportation to a country she hasn’t called home in decades.

Her crime? Existing in America as a brown-skinned immigrant with a record that white citizens could laugh off. Her real offense? Daring to live a normal life under a regime that confuses cruelty with law and justice with submission.

If you support this, you are not defending law and order. You are defending oppression.

You are not protecting our borders. You are protecting a system that feeds on humiliation.

You are not upholding justice. You are wielding a badge to crush someone who did nothing but try to live like you do.

This is not about security. This is not about crime. This is not about protecting Americans.

This is xenophobia weaponized by bureaucracy. This is racism hiding behind paperwork.

And the worst part? The cowards cheering this on will call it “the law.” As if the law was ever holy. As if the law has not been used for centuries to steal, enslave, deport, and erase. As if “it’s the law” has never been the slogan of tyrants and collaborators.

Ask yourself: would Michelle be in detention right now if she were a white woman named Melissa with a cannabis misdemeanor in her past?

Of course not.

This isn’t about her crime. It’s about who is allowed to be forgiven and who is allowed to be American.

We’ve seen this before.

We saw it when Japanese-American citizens were locked in camps.

We saw it when Black families were broken by “vagrancy” laws and court fees.

We saw it when Trump praised the Houthis days after they killed American servicemen—but threw legal immigrants into cages for paperwork infractions.

If you think Michelle deserves this, then what you deserve is to be remembered in the footnotes of history—right next to the ones who cheered while neighbors were disappeared in the night.

What’s happening to Michelle is not an accident. It’s a strategy. A power play. A public execution of a woman’s dignity meant to scare millions more into silence.

Refuse to be silent. Defy this cruelty.

Michelle belongs here.

Her daughter belongs here.

And if this country has any soul left, we will tear down the system that says otherwise.

Because this isn’t justice.

It’s just power wielded by an authoritarian administration led by the most insecure and pathetic president we have ever had.

And the people who still believe in liberty are taking note. Not to debate. Not to plead.

To prepare.

Because a leadership that punishes the innocent, that cages mothers, and that remains smugly silent isn’t worth preserving—it’s worth nothing short of raw defiance.

There are some lines no leader should ever cross.

Praising the enemy who kills your own troops is one of them.

But on May 8, 2025, President Donald J. Trump crossed it with ease—and with pride.

Standing before reporters, Trump praised the Houthis, a group officially designated by the United States as a terrorist organization. A group responsible for the deaths of U.S. service members just weeks earlier. A group still actively targeting American-aligned shipping, infrastructure, and regional allies. His exact words? That the Houthis showed “bravery.” That their recent aggression was “amazing.” That he believed they would honor a ceasefire—because he, apparently, sees something to admire in them.

Bravery? Amazing?

Tell that to the families burying the flag-draped caskets of U.S. troops ambushed and killed by these same “brave” militants. Tell that to the sailors whose ships were struck by drone fire while ensuring the free movement of goods through one of the most critical commercial waterways on Earth. Tell that to every man and woman who swore an oath to defend this country, only to see their Commander-in-Chief salivate at the discipline of the people trying to kill them.

This wasn’t a gaffe. It was a reveal. A mask slipping. A cold confirmation of what some of us have known for years: Trump does not love this country. He loves domination. And when he sees it—even in those who seek to do America harm—he cannot help but admire it.

This is a man who called our war dead “losers.” Who mocked John McCain for being captured. Who bragged about knowing more than the generals. Who deployed troops for photo ops, not for missions. Who let veterans rot in bureaucratic nightmares while posing with folded flags.

Trump doesn’t support the military.

He uses the military the way an authoritarian uses any tool of state: as theater, as muscle, as camouflage.

Because while real patriotism is quiet service, Trumpism is loud cosplay.

Just imagine—truly imagine—if Obama had uttered these words. If Biden had said “you could say there’s a lot of bravery there” about a group that had recently killed American personnel. There would be howls of treason from every conservative outlet. A Republican-led impeachment would already be underway. The Fox News chyron would read: TERRORIST-IN-CHIEF OBAMA PRAISES HOUTHIS WHILE OUR TROOPS BLEED.

But Trump? The rules don’t apply. He could praise the Taliban. (He did). He could praise Putin. (He does). He could praise Kim Jong-un. (He did). And now, he praises the Houthis. And the MAGA base? They cheer. They’ve long since traded the Stars and Stripes for a red hat and the camaraderie of the cult.

Make no mistake: this is not a matter of Left or Right. This is about the sanctity of command. About the sacred trust a Commander-in-Chief owes to those who serve under him. When that trust is broken—when admiration for the enemy replaces mourning for the dead—you are no longer a president. You are a despot in waiting.

When leaders elevate strength over justice, praise enemies while punishing critics, and confuse bluster for leadership, blood follows. The ancient emperors did it. Stalin did it. Idi Amin did it. And now, Trump stands in their company—not because of what he’s building, but because of what he’s destroying: decency, clarity, responsibility, allegiance.

There is no patriotism in praising the men who kill your soldiers.

There is only betrayal.

Every voice, every veteran, every journalist, every civilian who believes in duty over ego must rise and call this what it is:

Cowardice and treachery.