Welcome to my Covid writing therapy project. Hope you’ve read chapter 1-5.
It’s weird, – and what isn’t these Covid days ? – but have you ever noticed how many things written as fiction actually come to pass? For example the 2000 Motorola flip phone was first imagined by Gene Rodenberry for the 1966 premiere of STAR TREK.
Since April I’ve been developing TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM an, sure enough, some parts of the story are really coming to pass. Ultimately, will Trump eventually contract Covid-19 as in the premise of this strange tale, one that would be a comedy were the real life tragedy of Trump mismanagement not so sad?
Not that I’d ever wish such an ill event on our wannbe king, but we can dream can’t we that his catching the virus, not likely as he has the testing we all dream of, might awaken his long lost conscience? Indeed, anything is possible in a world where Trump fans, gathered in the middle of a pandemic, cheer a drink of water.
CHAPTER 6 – Mt. Rushmore and the Bunker Rebels
Dr. Faucci makes a deep incision in Trump’s throat in the exact spot where Trump was shot in the throat by his conscience in his wild west fever dream. Blood trickles, crossing the orange tan line where Trump’s bloated chest meets his saggy neck.
Faucci says, “OK, I’ve successfully made the incision to avoid the President’s damaged throat tissue from his drinking bleach. Now you make the insertion of the ventilator tube, Dr. Edwards.” Dr. Edwards takes over the operation,
Ivanka, sporting the latest Paris fashion Covid mask, rises to her feet along with the mask wearing Jared when Dr. Faucci exits the surgery room. She asks nervously, “Doctor, is my Daddy going to pull through?”
Dr. Faucci sighs deeply and wipes sweat from his forehead, “A tracheotomy is an relatively easy procedure. My real concern is that your father hid his catching virus for too long.”
“That’s no answer, Tony!” blurts Jared, his normally high pitched feeble voice nearly inaudible beneath his red, white and blue mask.
Dr. Faucci ignores Jared and addresses Ivanka, “Your father’s odds of a recovery are quite low. And if he does ever recover, he may be in a shape where can no longer serve as president.”
Ivanka spins to sob on Jared’s tiny chest.
In the adjacent operating room, dead to the real world, Trump does not stir on the operating table as Dr. Edwards inserts the air tube in Faucci’s tracheotomy incision. The operating room fades from view as the White House Bunker fades into view…
Nestled safely in his bunker, the real world a forgotten memory, Trump does his best presidential poker face as his advisors wrangle with a new series of more violent protests.
Larry Kudlow gasps as on the big screen array of BLM protestors use a stolen city bus to flatten the White House fence. The angry mob charges the heavily armed Secret Service Agents.
Barr says, “Relax, Larry. Our secret troops learned in Portland how to put these dogs to sleep.”
“Relax? This is revolution! And we all know what happens to the player in an old regime, especially one as cruel as ours,” croaks Larry.
Trump laughs at Larry and says, “Chill, Larry. Theses walls of this vault are 6 feet thick, or something like that kinda thickness. Tremendously thick walls. And we have all the comforts of home here. The best champagne. The best caviar. Bobby’s secret service troops are handpicked for their –”
On screen the Federal Troops lay down their weapons and the angry mob races past them.
“What in Holy Hell?” shouts Trump, cracking one of TV screens with his tiny fists.
The Director of the Secretive Service, James Murray, calmly says to the gasping Trump, “Not to worry, sir. Like you just said, in your genius way, the rioters cannot possibly reach us down here.”
“Right. The lowlifes have zero chance, sir!” shouts Miller, almost making a Nazi salute, which he fakes into a stretch.
“Let’s get back to talking about my new fantastic Mt. Rushmore monument to the greatest presidency ever! Mine!” says Trump imperiously. “Tell me about getting head, Kayleigh.”
The men all laugh at Trump’s sexist joke, while Kayleigh does her best to hide her disgust She rolls a model of Mt Rushmore into the bunker conference room. “Mr. President, I afraid the Rushmore survey ream has determined that there is not enough structural integrity to the surrounding rock to add an your incredible face.”
“I am not happy about this, Kayleigh!” grumps Trump, folding his arms across his big belly.
“It’s OK, Mr. President. We have a solution…” Kayleigh loses her train of thought as on the big screen a mass of militant protestors take baseball bats to the badly outnumbered Federal troops. Many protestors fall and die under heavy gunfire from the troops, but an endless stream bat and machete wielding protestors take their place in the bloody battle for the White House.
“Go on Kayleigh. Don’t worry about the losers up there. Nigger scum.” snarls Steve Miller.
“The losers can’t reach us. Go on, Kayleigh. Give me some head!” chuckles Trump.
Mastering her outrage Kayleigh says, “Well, it’s simple. All we have to do is re-chisel one of the four heads into your amazing image, sir. All that remains is for you to pick who you want to replace. Who shall it be, Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt or Lincoln, sir?”
Trump relishes at this historic decision making moment, spinning around and around in his larger than anyone else’s leather chair, and finally decreeing,”Q-Anon calls me the greatest civil rights leader of all time. Lowest unemployment for blacks ever, before the Covid started killing them off like flies, so I pick to replace the head of Abraham Lincoln be replaced by my very own much more handsome face. My base will love it and my haters can eat shit and die.”
Barr offers obsequiously, “Brilliant choice as always, sir! It’s true you have supplanted Lincoln in the hearts of the people after all!”
The gathering of white men plus one frustrated woman in Kayleigh give Trump a standing ovation.
For a split-second Trump is back in the real world as surgical team tech turns the breathing machine on. Trump heartbeat stops on the monitor. Dr. Fauci takes up shock paddles and shouts, “Clear!”
Shocked back into his bunker fever dream Trump point at the security monitor and bellows, “What?! The niggers are in my Oval offices!”
Trump and his team watch helplessly as security TV screen shows a rush of protestors of all races and creeds swarm into the Oval Office
Trump demands, “Murray, set off the self-destrust bomb and blow the fucking Antifa anarchists off the face of the earth!”
Murray pleadingly turns to Barr who coldly nods for him to carry out Trump’s command. “You heard the president.”
Turning to the monitors, where the Resolute Desk is set aflame, Murray anguishes and finally croaks, “I respectfully decline to carry out your orders to blow up the protestors, sir. You have my resignation.”
Trump spins to Defense Secretary Esper and roars, “Esper, wipe out these fucking terrorists!”
“These are American citizen’s, Mr. President. I respectfully refuse and resign as well,”
“Where are our Portland shock and awe troops?!”shouts Miller
“In transit to Milwaukee,” answers Barr.
“Well, get them here it DC pronto! Seen this Tweet?” says Trump, jamming a cell phone in Barr’s saggy fat face.
The gaggle white men crowd around Trump’s cell phone that reads:
“Lynch the #BunkerBaby!
“The bastards are still calling me BunkerBaby again, even after I crushed them in Lafayette Square!”
“Um, sir, my mom taught me sticks and stones may break –”
“Shut the fuck up! Sageant Cosco, escort these traitor my bunker!”
“Name’s Rosco. Mr. President, and I am afraid Mr. Esper and Mr. Murray cannot leave as we’re sealed in.”
“Look, COSCO. No one’s in the hallway!” shouts Trump.
“Now. But, sir the 2 ton door operates slowly by the time we see rioters we could –”
“Break the seal!” demands Trump.
“– be fucked.” finishes Sergeant Rosco feebly. “I will remind the president that there is angry mob right outside the vault door! Open it and you could kills us all.”
Trump defiantly pushes the open button and gloats, “Fuck off. Want something done right you, um, something something. ”
Miller takes charge, “Seargent Rosco remove, Mr. Esper and Mr. Murray from my bunker or you’re facing a firing squad for disobeying your commander and chief!”
Trump beams and he proclaims ,“All clear! As Winston, uh, Church-something, the Brit guy, once said we have nothing to fear but, ah, fuck it –”
Gunfire erupts as mob of rioters race up the long hall for the open bunker door.
“Seal the bunker! Protect the presi –” Sergeant Rosco falls to the marble floor, bullet hole in the center of his forehead.
Kayliegh shouts to the mob, “Power to the people. I am not with the dictator sexist, racist Trump anymore!”
The protestors get such a kick out of Trump’s sad reaction to Kayleigh’s betrayal they let her slip away.
An angry Black man races up to a screaming Trump and raises a bloody hatchet.
Trump begs on his knees, “Black lives matter! Praise Jesus! Black live matter! Spare me and I’ll sign any law you want!”
Trump curls in a ball and weeps like a baby sucking his thumbs, eyes slammed shut waiting for a death blow.
The angry black man laughs saying, “Pathetic!” as he plant the axe in Trump’s orange head. Blood gushes and all goes black. Faintly the beep of a life monitor gets louder and Trump’s eyes flicker open.
Thrilled to be back in the real world where he on life support, Trump peeps open his eyes to see his loyal personal Black attendant Robert reading the newspaper beside his hospital bed. Trumps bloodshot feverish eyes close.
We see the Robert’s Washington Post’s headline reads:
Unlike many players in the conscious community, suspiciously sure of their gifts to channel, I am never sure when I talk to spirits and ETs that it’s not just my vibrant and playful imagination. Nonetheless, whatever the reality, I find my meditations with an ET named Ohom, short for Open Heart Open Mind and who I’ve been reaching out to for ten years now, gives me some distance, many light years of objectivity. So here goes…
Good, you’re there.
Always, Ken. Our connection exists outside the bounds of space time.
That’s handy during the super stressful era of Trump and his enabler clan.
And I hope for your readers too. What can I help you with, Ken?
You told me back in 2015 Trump that would win the presidency and get a second term. Do you still feel Trump is going to win a second term come November?
“Win” is such a strange word to my planet Nektar’s culture of love and cooperation.
Please don’t be a politician, Ohom.
Was I? Deepest apologies. In answer to your concern, YES, humanity is still on a timeline where Trump wins reelection — via cheating the system — and your species’ path to death by environmental destruction, famine and nuclear war continues unabated.
How do I and others help the world get off this dead end timeline?
As I told you and your amazing wife Elizabeth in 2017, as preparation for your DC meditations, you must each hold a genuine space of love for Trump in your heart.
I’ve tried! Went to his 2017 inauguration and tried. But the orange man already rolled over the Standing Rock tribe as one of his first executive orders before we left DC after the Woman’s Day March. He’s impossible to love!
Meaning you’ll be a master of unconditional love when you can love the unlovable Trump.
Feels like loving Big Brother in Orwell’s 1984. A surrender.
But surrendering to loving a toad like Trump feels like betrayal of all the Antarctica 12.12.12 meditations.
Quite the contrary. Ken. Can you honestly think of nothing Trump has done during his time in office for which you can love him for?
Well, he’s showed us how much racism and sexism is operating at the heart of America.
Go deeper into your feelings.
And President It Is What It Is’s blatant disregard for life does make it easy to see the pattern of lies that’s been holding humanity back.
So can you love Trump and his enablers for fulfilling an ugly purpose of exposing where the cancer is in your country that needs healing?
If I am honest, which we always are with each other, then a little, yes.
Was that so hard?
All the better.
Anyone ever told you are that you maddening at times?
Ken, the harder it is to love the unlovable the stronger the impact on the collective consciousness.
I am not sure about what you’re saying. Our collective consciousness is in a lot of pain right now over Trump.
Compress the coals of hate into a diamonds of love and humanity will transmute that pain into light and corrected action.
Sounds like an ET version of MLK’s mantra “We shall overcome.”
Indeed. Hold that tiny diamond of love for Trump’s unconscious role in raising awareness to racism and sexism in your heart and let all hate consuming you fall away.
Trump’s daily inaction on saving people from the virus does not make it easy.
Then keep doing the diamond meditation over and over again until it is easy and your heart comes to bliss. Peace on earth begins within each of you amazing humans.
Blessings. Transmission complete.
And thanks to you for joining an ET meditation at this time when there’s so much superstition running in the collective consciousness. To hell with such limiting fearful nonsense! Don’t make yourself part of a small flat Earth. We are part in a vast infinite universe. And who is to say we really do not have ETs out there, thought travelers like Ohom, ready and waiting to help and advise us if we but ask?
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Could not put down Mary Trump’s new tell-all TOO MUCH AND NEVER ENOUGH. We’ve never seen anything like this firsthand take on Trump, or any other president ever, by a family member who also happens to be a professional shrink.
Indeed, Trump niece Mary’s well told book is by far the best of the orange king tell-all genre, spawned by our citizenry’s desperate search for meaning behind the spectacle of the Nero-like Trump presidency. Forget the rest of the tell-alls and dig deep into the depressing inner realms of the Trump psyche aided by Mary’s professional speculation.
Ah, but don’t lose sight that’s ultimately what the book is when it comes to the shrink parts – speculation. And the disgruntled speculation, at that, of a woman treated terribly by Donald and the entire greedy Trump family. Still, Mary Trump’s brave deep dive into Trump family life is restrained and laser focused. Unless you have a hardened Q-Anon brainwashing shell around your mind, you will gain new insights about the tragically troubling puzzle that is Donald J Trump and those enabling his disastrous presidency.
In her already best-selling page turner, one that El Presidente Trump and his legal team failed pathetically to get banned, Mary Trump dashes any and all all hope of DJT ever becoming a good president. First because she feels Donald is deeply damaged goods due to a heartless father who coddled his son’s bullying and lying bluster to the exclusion of his heir apparent, Mary’s father Freddy; second she poses that deeply ingrained in Trump’s psyche is a driving need to please his cold as ice Father, which produced an obsequious nature in Trump around strong men world leaders; third she portrays the endless sums of daddy money that floated Trump cheating his way though his education and business, leaving him an incompetent fool; and last Mary believes that due to a mother who abandoned Donnie as a toddler that Trump suffers from a malignant vacuum of compassion and love deep within our fearful leader’s core for anything except money and power. And more, but these were the key salient points for me.
Before opening page one I had the preconception that I was not going to learn much new in Mary’s book. After all, it’s a 24/7 news world of Trump, our impeached president, and we are trapped in like moths to a eternal feeling flame of brainwashing hammering away at our minds. So how much new could there be to learn about the guy who cheated his way to presidency using Russian assistance? Indeed, just this week alone we’ve seen Trump launch Trumped up invasions of Portland and Chicago of federal troops as secret police, snatching innocent protestors into unmarked rental cars and whisking them off to black sites. But Mary’s storytelling is patient and potent in it’s heartfelt yet detached telling of her grandfather Fred Trump ‘s cruelty. A frosty hypercritical brutality that led to her father Freddy’s alcoholism and ultimate death at only 42 and the withering of Donald’s soul. After reading all this groundbreaking tell-all, done Mary says for love of country and not profit, helps one understand Trump’s lack of empathy for a Corona Virus death toll. A devastating toll well over 140K, with his icy attitude of, “I’ll be golfing if you need me!” mirrored in Mary’s sad account that while her father Freddy was dying in a hospital Trump was at the movies. And yesterday when people were mourning the dead of the virus alongside the death civil rights pioneer Congressman John Lewis there Trump was on the greens with Green Bay Packers fallen hero Brett Farve. I could not resist a digital political commentary.
I’ve lost a brother named Fred to alcohol too. And while I can relate to Trump needing to turn his back on Freddy’s destructive drinking to some degree, when my brother ended up in a hospital in 2015 with a bleeding ulcer from his over drinking I dropped everything and remained beside his hospital bed as he lay in a coma as many days as I could afford to be away from work. That’s what brothers do. My Freddy would die alone eventually in 2017 by ostracizing himself from the entire Sheetz family.
Considering how much I dislike Trump, it’s amazing how much we have in common, a bad father, a lost brother named Fred and a successful real estate career. Floated by endless cash from his dad and later suspected Russian money and now taxpayer money he abuses, Donald, however has never hit the absolute rock bottom I was blessed to experience in the real estate crash of 1991. Losing everything would send me into therapy and on the long road to recovery from my bad dad’s racist influences. But not so for our commander in chief who is an erratic untreated pack of neurosis we are all suffering under. A bully of cosmic proportions of unchecked ego. Fact is, I will consider it a win if we don’t end up in a civil and or nuclear war before his crazy reign ends. It will end someday won’t it?
I could go on sighting more awesome examples of why after reading TOO MUCH AND NEVER ENOUGH you’ll finally get why we must be even more concerned about Trump than we already are. Let that one sink in. But I’ve said enough without being a spoiler. Enough I hope to get you to “take read”, as they say in Hollywood regarding scripts.
5 stars for an entertaining and informative look at what makes our wannbe dictator tick and why he is so vulnerable to Putin, Kim and other powerful enablers that, who like his father Fred Sr. keep Trump propped up as their useful idiot. Read the book before you disagree with my harsh assessment of Trump please, one I have even more deeply after the fast read. I promise Trump won’t really care… even if you’re deep into the kind of brainwashing his millions in campaign funds and Russian psyop enable by Zuckerberg can do to paint a false reality.
Thanks for the attempted rescue, that is if America’s not already too far gone, Mary Trump.
Can you feel it? America is having the saddest 4th of July weekend ever.
Most of all we Yankee Doddle Doers are sad to be leading the developed nations, and many of the undeveloped nations of the world, in the outbreak of Covid-19 and resulting deaths. And for reality deniers like our divider in chief, the 19 stands for 2019, the fateful year when the corona virus that would knock America on its fast food inflamed fat ass like an asteroid strike hit. Only this asteroid hit is like watching an amateur soccer match at 1000 frames per second.
My heart sank Friday night as I watched the Trump speech at Rushmore on FOX NEWS. Basically, Trump took a page from one his favorite books, this according to Ivana’s divorce testimony, MEIN KAMPF. Watching Trump insanely trying to link Mt. Rushmore to the protection of Confederate statues, erected as a hostile subjugating message to African Americans during the Jim Crow and anti-civil rights eras, was physically and spiritually nauseating. Perhaps knowing he’s lost the elections — if it’s done legally — Trump’s speech, surely written by White Supremacist Stephen Miller, sought to drive a wedge of lies deep into the hearts and souls of his far-right base proclaiming, “If Trump can’t have America no one will!”
As I dictated pained observations into my phone recorder, while the crowd of unmasked super spreaders cheered, my wife Elizabeth did financial reports for film funding magicians FROM THE HEART PRODUCTIONS, while keeping half an eye on Trump. Alas, such multi-tasking is not possible for me. It was then we both noticed Trumps makeup had more gold coloration in his bronzer than usual.
I sighed to Elizabeth, “Trump’s made himself into a golden god for his peeps. How I wish his brainwashed and conned fans could see he’s more like the golden calf false idol in the Bible that the lost followers of Moses fell for.” And the more I thought of it, the more I could see the sadness of what’s happened to the evangelical and New Age community can be likened to worshiping that famed false golden calf come to life. And a fatted calf at that.
A little background how I got here. I’ve enjoyed the New Age movement since writing a screenplay back around the turn of the millennium for a pilot called EVERYTHING I WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS. The sitcom, written with my fiancee of the time a successful Canadian filmmaker and one of the top ten line producers in Hollwyood, centers on my fictional creation Dr. Robert Trainer, an alternative medicine hypnotherapist who sends people into old TV sitcoms to role play with the greats of black and white broadcasts that live on in our collective consciousness. TV and radio waves from these old shows is even now rippling out into deep space and they, for good or ill, will be some of the first images of use received by alien cultures of who we are.
Unfortunately, the bound to be a hit pilot we wrote never got off the launch pad because the networks deemed it a rights clearance nightmare. I argued it would be worth the trouble, but Hollywood’s elite are not into debates. As it turned out my study of the New Age movement did peak my curiosity in the Shift as it was called back them and its eccentric and beautiful people. Several years later I became fully exposed to the New Age community firsthand in in my film work during the depths of the Great Recession of 2008-2012. It was then that I made some real life New Age friends while filming some of the top players LA’s spirit community. I liked a lot of what they said about the future we were heading. Ah, those were the good old days. Today the New Age community like the rest of America is split into Trump supporters and those of us how feel we are holding to the original values of a better tomorrow for everyone regardless of race or creed.
Eventually, I had my own New Age awakening while on film assignment in 2010 in Italy. I swear there was booze or drugs of any kind involved when I saw three angels that fateful May 5th. These were 7 foot tall blue ET angels to be precise. This power and majesty that’s never left me in awe, all happened before my eyes alone in a yoga hall during a mass healing from Gulia of Santa Maria Del Sol. And I have been connecting to these thought traveling ETs for over 10 years now, and these three beings call themselves Ohom, an acronym for Open Hear Open Mind.
As always, I allow the possibility that Ohom, who I see at times as my higher hive self, is simply my own powerful and highly playful imagination at work. You see, I am not one of those New Agers who pretend to know it all. In fact, I really don’t call myself a New Ager as my consciousness work is a of blend of the old world and the new to come. Awakening at age 57 explains part of that fact. Plus what I feel is the earth manifesting a new group of trustworthy elders for the awakening of humanity.
I don’t really know or pretend to what my awakening is all about. One where I learned the power of love and brotherhood. I only know I am awake to the plight of humanity’s enslavement to the almighty dollar, a world choking on greed and pollution, a dumbed-down intellect that can no longer see truth, and that I am here to make my own small contribution to the real Great Awakening. Yes, the real Great Awakening, not the catchy title the Q psyop has sought to steal for it’s own nafarious purposes.
Looking on the bright and dark side of these strange times both at once, there’s little reason to fear a full blown civil war in a country that’s still so subservient to the ways of the white patriarchy. Nope, we Yanks are too comfortable, left and right, with our luxuries and toys to actually rebel IMHO.
Nor do I believe that violence ever leads to good. Still, Elizabeth and I support the imperfect #BlackLivesMatter with donations and free social media from BuzzBroz because our police need to rise to serving people of all colors and creed equally. In the words of the great Martin Luther King…
“We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor, it must be demanded by the oppressed.
The BLM protests are forcing long overdue change to happen. That change is small now but will grow greatly if the GOP can be pushed aside in the vote come November. Today’s protests are largely peaceful. Yes, things have gotten out of control at times. But an open heart will tell you that’s understandable given our black brothers and sisters seek to overcome 400 years a racial repression by our white Christian patriarchy. This generates a black anger that’s nearly impossible to contain.
Despite my firm belief that America is not heading for a new civil war some Q and Trump people want, make no mistake that the agitators both within and without the country are a danger to the heart and soul of this country.
My advice as a newly awakened elder is that instead of overly chastising our brothers and sisters in the New Age and evangelical community, allowing that some chastising is indeed needed, have heart and show some love by helping them accept and understand that they are lost in the flood of Russian, Chinese, and domestic Trump pysop.
Indeed, to protect our own Trump rejecting minds, while people we’ve adored in the New Age movement have been converted into ardent Trump and conspiracy theory share-bots, we must pare our Facebook pages down to as small a Trump contingent as possible, This lest we too be subject to the weapons grade social media that Mark Zuckerberg and his ilk are virtually doing nothing to prevent. See my post here on the blog FIGHT THE PSYOP to get ten tips on protecting your mind and spirit.
My love Elizabeth, a 17-year vet, a New Ager with values close to my own, has been in shock and dismay all week that even after the horrific revelation that Trump knew of a bounty on American Troops, and that, in perfect alignment with Putin and not his own intelligence, after a weekend of golf, proclaimed it’s all a hoax anyways. Despite all this Elizabeth was devastated that some of her dear New Age friends have not budged in their support of Trump. Seems nothing short of nuke on New York might sway people from their crazy uncle in office. Nah, probably not at this point.
I theorize that the common denominator from what I see on social media is that there are a large number of anti-vax players in the New Age community and their passion for that cause that has many New Agers under Trump’s endless Russian style fire hosing. What each lose sight of is that Faustian bargains never generate good karma points or final outcomes.
Trump’s bravado, hollow jingoistic slogans, will not bring this country out of it’s dark night of soul. I invite you to join me and Elizabeth in setting the intention in the collective consciousness for a true awakening! Let’s make this time a truly great awakening grounded in the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness and dedicated the principle that all men are created equal.
Happy 4th of July, whether it’s holiday for you or not. And here are some great speeches in case you’ve forgotten what good leaders sound like.
It’s with great pleasure I present a post from a woman I am honored to call my wife and partner in all things. As a 14-year veteran of U.S. Army’s military intelligence and special operations, Elizabeth speaks out about the Russian and GOP psyop we are fighting with an authority seldom found on the web. She served during Operations Urgent Fury, the invasion of Panama, Just Cause, Uphold Democracy, Desert Storm and Desert Shield. Elizabeth also served three years as a Chaplain’s assistant to the National Guard during the war in Afghanistan, the War On Terror and Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Today, Trump’s obvious lie that he knew anything about the horrific revelation about Russian bounties being placed on American soldiers in Afghanistan inspired her to share some of her hard won wisdom as a true patriot and conscious crusader. And as an attractive woman she has had to deal with the patriarchal system–one today seeking to halt the enlightenment, to turn good brothers and sisters of the conscious movement against one another in order to negate its positive effects at bringing about real change and a compassionate nation.
In 2017, Elizabeth and I followed the messages from spirit and traveled to Washington to hold a space of love within the crowd of hate-soaked supporters of Donald Trump. Like the brave solider she is Elizabeth stood there with me as the crowds booed and heckled Obama and any Democrat who took the the dais with the now-familiar Trump soundbites of vitriol. And yet, we sent Trump love in the insane hope he could rise to the occasion as president.
It did not take long to see those hopes for Trump’s rise to decency to be dashed. Indeed, before Elizabeth and I even left DC Trump began Russian-style fire-hosing, an ‘intel’ term for flooding media with confusing information or unfounded conspiracy theories, kicking off with Trump contesting reality over what we could plainly see with our own eyes: crowd size.
Trump then signaled his White Supremacist, misogynistic presidency’s unrelenting start by giving one of his first executive orders–green-lighting the North Dakota Access Pipeline and crushing the Standing Rock tribe’s brave fight as water protectors. Despite our horror at the Trump presidency, we remain proud that we went to Trump’s inauguration to be a presence of love and reason in a sea of anger and decisiveness for CoolestMeditationEver.com. That’s still at the heart of our hopes–unity among Americans and a better life for all.
I could go on for pages about my heroic love, my very own Joan of Arc. But let’s get to Elizabeth’s amazing take on the fight of our lives we are embroiled in when you cut through all Trump’s bluster. You see, sorry to those still brainwashed, on a spirit plane Donny’s nothing more than a than a festering zit upon the dying face of a bygone macho era fighting to survive…the patriarchy.
Lies of the Christian Patriarchy – By Elizabeth England
When I hear all lives matter in response to black lives matter it’s like telling me all houses matter and refusing to help my black friend put out his house on fire, because he’s not white. Black lives have been attacked since wicked Christian men kidnapped their African ancestors from their homes, sailed them a thousand miles away in chains, and sold them to wicked Christian slave owners. The racists say this is a white Christian nation. Their Bible provides guidance on how to treat slaves and does not condemn slavery as an abomination.
For centuries, white Christians have forced their religion on subjugated populations, ensuring they are under the thumbs of the powerful Christian God with slavery intact and the Bible revered by the enslaved. Imagine when famous Christian explorers like Columbus showed up to the indigenous peoples and forced acceptance of Christianity on pain of death. Or when the Catholic church used their religious schools on reservations to select human subjects for barbaric medical research. Jesus didn’t speak out against slavery. When you ask a racist white Christian what would Jesus do, well, it doesn’t include ending institutionalized ways to suppress and enslave others through legal and economic systems. They truly believe it’s their ‘right’ to suppress and enslave others and the bible gives it the seal of approval.
That’s embedded in the system so subtlely. And if, like the ‘born-again’ Christians say, you confess Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you really don’t have to worry about sin because Jesus died on the cross to remove the ‘wages of sin,’ or death, promising you everlasting forgiveness and life in heaven (not here but after you die. Always wondered about why you have to die to experience heaven?) So ‘if’ slavery is a sin, and if you’re ‘born again,’ you still have the free pass to heaven even if you are a predator upon other human beings.
The church has become the protector of child molesters and other monumentally wicked leaders across the world. It makes me cringe when I hear my white friends say, ‘But me, I’m not racist and don’t all lives matter?’ The wicked precepts that have shaped our culture are invisible to most whites. And now with the Trump cult they have their hero who supports racism and sexism, or the ‘status quo.’ But the not so subtle system of cultural and economic enslavement isn’t there only for African Americans and immigrants.
Most women recall when they figured out, probably as a child, that their lives would be different than boys in so many dangerous, minimizing and challenging ways. Can you imagine—mothers have been having ‘the talk’ with their daughters for thousands of years? And mothers have looked the other way for thousands of years ‘to save lives.’ The alternative of demanding change would come with too high a price: her life. Females must be careful because they are often targets of discrimination and violence. Every woman knows she will be challenged personally with (the same primitive consciousness as racism that sees their) discrimination of women as the right of a man and in some cases this will be brutal. And don’t get me started on how our culture treats children, homeless, mentally ill and the vulnerable. So you’re going to fight for this system, the American way, that divides up the vulnerable?
The layers of discrimination begin:white supremacist, in this shit show, you have to hold on tight to you’re only advantage: being white in a racist country. Being poor, female and white is ‘better’ than being black. Huh? And if you’re a white male, you’ve got a golden ticket. If you’re a black or brown woman, well, my heart cries for the discrimination you must survive. And then we get to children…who lose all around in this system. No wonder our streets are filled with young people who’ve figured out they really don’t want this legacy.
So let’s get real. Do you think your rights are safe in this system? No one’s rights will be safe until we protect and care for everyone. But you’ll ask, how do we pay for that? Don’t ask me that when a couple of dozen people hoard more wealth than the other 330 million of us and we keep bailing big business out from their self-destructive and predatory practices, keep giving them the advantage of our tax laws while they do things that hurt our people, hurt the country. Maybe you’ll tell me the stock market shows the economy is great. Great for who? The banks, big pharma, stockbrokerages and insurance companies? Really? Economic layers of discrimination are embedded at every level to keep everyone in line. Our system even targets vulnerable populations. Our founders were slaveowners. Yup, the bible–racist and sexist and pro-slavery. And the nation’s founders–racist, sexist and wealthy through the labors of slaves. That’s the mindset of colonialism that we live in and that some of our politicians are clinging to.
When I served in the military I didn’t get all this. I was so idealistic and patriotic and I joined because I wanted to ‘walk my talk’ for democracy and the ‘’American dream.’ The richness and darkness of that experience served to awaken me to racism and sexism and corporate greed. After a decade and a half in the military it was obvious we were the blood and muscle behind so much greed, suppression and senseless violence on foreign soil, on women and children, all accepted ascollateral damage of our ‘pro-democracy policy.’ A big lie to cover the theft of natural resources and cultural treasures of non-white peoples. Trump is a symptom of our country’s worst nature, an abomination to the ideals that led me to love the country and take my oath to the Constitution: to defend it against enemies foreign and domestic. By his actions I see Trump as a threat to the Constitution. He’s certainly a threat to American military service members with his affinity to despots like Putin, Xi, Kim Jong-Il, Prince Mohammad bin Salman, Erdogan…
I pray to see our country working toward perfecting the union aspired to in the Constitution and rising above the inhumanity of its founders, many of whom, like Franklin and (sort of) Washington were troubled by slavery and its conflict with the un-Christian ideals of the Constitution. Thank goodness the founders stepped beyond their religious dogma and gave us universally righteous philosophies in the Constitution securing it as one of greatest documents ever written. My soul is crying for patriots and citizens to abolish racism, sexism, suppression, discrimination and economic enslavement of the people. I’m praying we are inspired in America to hold to our Constitution to create the change we need for a golden age.
Understand, there is a battle for our minds on social media. The Russian intelligence masters are experts at the ‘long game,’ and they are elated at the hyperspeed of their success in America using our fabulous creation of social media against us to speed their long-range goal of destabilizing our country. They are using psychological operations (psyops) to change the leadership of our country with weapons-grade propaganda. And they know who to target using Facebook data. Look it up. It’s a BIG part of foreign intelligence operations now. And greedy, unethical businesses (like Zuckerberg’s, Trump’s and Bezos’), politicians like McConnell, and greedy corporate lobbyists will piggy back on the manufactured chaos for their own benefit. It’s hard not to be a pawn, isn’t it?
My hope in writing this is to help others discern the psychological operations, a long-standing and secretive military specialty. Open-minded, suspicious, fearful, born-again Christian, spiritual, yoga fan, raw/organic foodies, non-GMOers, anti-vaxers, ET and disclosure, flat earthers, the list goes on of the interest groups and people targeted by psyop propaganda using social media ads. Q is a psyop that targets me and many of my friends. Trump is a useful asset to Russian intelligence, whether it’s purposeful or ignorant, controlled through money or sex or maybe just his admiration of despotism. Here’s a classic psyop method: flood the public with conflicting info to create confusion about the truth and repeat useful lies until they are accepted as truth. Sound familiar? That’s Trumps daily job. Say something outrageous, trot out your staff to deny or defend it, then deny again, claim it was a joke or some other smokescreen to ensure people will fight about what’s true and who to believe.
I urge you to take control of the battle for your mind. Remove the blinders to racism, sexism and the psyops trying to convince you they aren’t real. Trump is the hero of white, Christian racists who value poverty, racism and sexism to maintain the status quo and their power. They take more profits than they’d need for a hundred lifetimes and leave the rest of us without even our fair share of the fruits of our labors.
The pandemic is real. Racism is real. Sexism is real. It’s time to get real and take back your mind and our country. We are blessed to have inspiring and heroic examples of fearlessness from young women in our time. The world needs the balance of strong people, especially empowered women, to bring collaboration, compassion and care to communities and nations. Let’s see all women and children raised up and cared for as precious. Let’s see children treasured and nurtured into great people. Let’s stand up for our black American brothers and sisters, end their torture and say because Black Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our first people, end their torture and say Native Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our LGBTQ brothers and sisters and say LGBTQ Lives Matter in America. Let us be judged by the content of our character, not our appearance, sex, or preferences. Let it be.
Social media is where I make a big part of my living via my buzz biz BuzzBroz. So I have to be on the internet waaay more than I’d like. Sadly the web has become a bottomless quagmire of lies. These lies, also called Conspiracy Theories, have gotten so prevalent on social media these dark days that I’ve been forced to develop some skills for shielding my mind and heart from bad players.
Before you read on for my hard won 10 tips, please see THE GREAT HACK on Netflix. This will allow you to truly understand what I mean by the weapons grade social media. In a nutshell it is the shit storm of disinformation driving our world insane. Here’s the trailer for the amazing doc that I shared many times over the past year.
Ah, for the good old days of social media pre-2015. It all began with such promise. A way for like minded people to gather in love and like mindedness. But never did any of we early users of the medium, before it even had a name, imagine social media becoming a home for haters to gather. And, don’t get me started about foreign governments like Russia and China using social media to foment civil war and manipulate so many minds virtually unchecked.
Next, listen to Morning Joe rage for us, totally losing his cool about the hell hole social media has become thanks to the lack of ethics of billionaire bad boy and wannbe kingmaker Mark Zuckerberg.
OK, if you’re still with me you likely understand, like the Corona Virus in the near total absence of Federal leadership, that we’re all on our own to #FightThePsyop. Here are some techniques, a work in progress, that I’ve developed in my daily battle to earn a living on the web without becoming a brainwashed share-bot.
10 STEPS TO REGAINING DISCERNMENT
Sorry to be the one to tell you… but your closest friends and family may have been weaponized by the unscrupulous to share mind warping links. Be upfront. Tell your pals and fam until FB, Twitter or wherever get their act together to protect us from bad actors. Make it crystal clear that you REFUSE to subjected to the crap getting circulated on the web by Russia, Trump and, yes, the Dems and GOP alike. Warn your peeps if they don’t listen and still persist on sending you PSYOP dross that you will instantly BLOCK them on a one strike rule. Be serious about it. Your life as a free range human is literally at stake.
Speaking of blocking, be ruthless in culling out people you see sharing rotten things from dubious sources in your feed. I know from firsthand experience that this will be hard as hell. But as the debris field of junk on the web clears you’re going to be seeing stuff in your feed that you actually enjoy again.
Once you’ve cut off the flow of weaponized social media from well meaning but clueless or careless friends and family, and from strangers we call “friends” on FB, it’s time to selectively find media sources which you trust. Let your gut, a snap decision survival part of your body, evolved over millions of years, a perfect tool to snap judge the busy mile a minute web, be your guide. The book BLINK, A GUIDE TO SNAP DECISION MAKING is an awesome tool to build up your intuition to sift tact from convenient fiction on the lie infested web.
To avoid being an unwitting share-bot, use your gut, discussed in BLINK, to verify your sources’ news before you post anything to your wall or news feed. Yes, sharing vetted material takes longer. But you’ll be using your amazing gut to root out the snakes looking to twist reality for their own demented agendas. I promise you if you work hard at this that the mental fog will clear and you will learn to trust yourself again. Who knows? If you get good enough at this you might even become a trusted source of news yourself.
Look for the hidden agenda behind anything you share to your wall. Regular news and politics, right or left, is fine if it’s trusted and passes your gut and vetting. But even if a story seems very interesting, never, never share news that’s fake. Never.
Learn stories from all angles. Yes, even those stories that oppose your political beliefs. That means stomaching FOX for CNN fans and CNN for FOX fans. My amazing wife Elizabeth, 17 years military, some of that Special Ops, taught me this technique and to watch unfiltered news with here on Cspan whenever possible. Twitter, once you look past paid trolls (who usually have numerals in their handles making them easy to spot and block), is a good place to see both sides of an issues very quickly and in concentrated trending form. Lots of discernment is especially needed when using Twitter as people with hidden identities free express wildly.
Elizabeth also advises going back to the source of the story when possible.
Avoid talking heads on the news, right or left, looking to stir emotions to fill their gaping 24 hour news cycle. Be your own talking head. Weigh things. Think for yourself.
Get media from audio, TV and reading. Yes, reading. Reading makes the mind stronger.
Last. Meditate on the news. Give it time to simmer and the truth will bubble to the surface. You’ll also be transmuting the darkness that is our news into light. And speaking of light look for happy stories to share. But still make sure you vet them!
OK. Good start here. If I think of more, or you suggest some ideas I like, I will update this list.
Note that in the end people will never be in full consensus. After all we all have unique personalities and life experiences. But that’s exactly the idea here, giving ourselves the discernment power to make up our own minds and not to be programmable share-bots.
Always remember our reality is nothing more than a collection of stories which a majority of us agree upon. And since sharing creates the reality we all agree upon what you share is of vital importance that you must never taken lightly.
Sorry in advance for your pain. Re-engineering how we use social media is going to be hard on you emotionally. Some friends and family who are used to dumping their conspiracy theories and junk on your pages will moan and groan. Tell ’em to wake the hell up. Shake ’em up. Tell them how sharing lies and conspiracy theories like thri dropping by yout house and unloading dumpster of rotting meat in your living room!
We need to do on our own because billionaire social media kings are ruining our lives unchecked by hiding behind the name of freedom. Like freedom for real? Then realize that unless we the everyday users of social media learn to discern the truth of what we post we are on a path to the CWWW., the Censored World Wide Web.
Your mind is sacred. It deserves your very best efforts to be protected from targeted brainwashing on social media and the news in general. #FightThePsyop
Hope this short but sweet post finds you and your loved ones well in every way.
Peace. We all crave it. But in an era when our sick establishment seeks to “dominate” peaceful BLM protesting over George Floyd wrongful death and demanding change, smack in the midst of a pandemic, peace seems more elusive than ever.
The answer is, as it was before all this trouble came blessedly to dominate the news cycle, meditation. Here’s a great look at the peace meditation brings from acclaimed filmmaker Dave Lynch. Watch the entire 19:50 video. You’ll be glad you did.
OK. Admit it. I mean, seriously, isn’t 2020 the biggest shit show of our lives? And that, my dear friends, makes this Memorial Day weekend the most f’cked up ever.
I’ve only watched 20 minutes of news all week and what I saw were mass graves in Brazil where the Coronavirus is decimating an impoverished society, Secretary of Sate Pompeo having Trump fire the Inspector General, 4th one fired in six months, whose only crime was preparing to report that Popemo the Pompus is illegally using taxpayer money to garner campaign donations while using an assistant to walk a dog, Trump touring a Michigan mask factory not wearing a mask, a mask wearing Costco employee tossing a “free man” from the store for not wearing a mask, Trump proclaiming more deaths is good thing because America has more virus cases and deaths because we do more testing (another lie), two dams bursting in Michigan and flooding locked down residents from their homes, and a few more horrible things my slashed and burned mind cannot process right now.
Wow. Maybe I need to reduce my news intake to 5 minutes a week? Geez, even my yogini wife Elizabeth was in bad mood for a day this week. That’s my job!
Hmm. I sound negative. But these are depressing times. Accept reality. Here’s a positive offering that’s great for meditating away the negativity.
So, if you are with me in boycotting the Jordan ego-fest this weekend, what should we not do on f*cked up Memorial Day weekend ever? That is besides not watch the depressing and divisive as hell news? A weekend while half us in America are playing it safe at home while the other half are crowding beaches, restaurants, parks and you name it to build towards wave 2 by choosing to believe the lies they want to hear from our mask-less leader?
Well, I’ll play contrarian and suggest you join me in NOT watching THE LAST DANCE on Netflix. At least not all time wasting 6 hours on it. Why? Because at the end of the day it’s success worship and a ginormous celebration of EGO.
Now, in fairness who can blame Micheal Jordan for having a bloated ego? The guy is a basically a modern day winged god compared to the rest of us flatfooted normies. The fame and endless butt kissing went to his basketball addled head.
Yikes. This ego-tripping life couch surfing docu-sports show brings back so many memories for me from the same time period where I too was treated like a god, a real estate one, while I was building a $162 million skyscraper and Oprah’s Harpo Studios. Shit. People waited for me to pass through a doorway first if we were in a group. My ego inflated too. I lost touch with reality like Mike. Losing it all in 1991-92 real estate crash where I lost it all, marriage included as unfamiliar failure was like acid in coursing my veins turning me into a wounded bear, was the best thing that ever happened to chop my YUGE ego down to size.
Here’s THE LAST DANCE trailer. Note Jordan’s bitterness that the team wanted build for the next generation of players, rather than give Jordan a shot at a sixth straight championship. His words, “We’re entitled to the fame we have until we lose it.” That’s ego talking, folks, and that’s the movie.
So what should we the one’s playing it safe, for ourselves, for the sake of the weak and less fortunate, do this weekend from hell?
1. Accept a virus has kicked America and the planet’s asses. We may be down. But we won’t stay there. But we’ll never grow from all this if we exist is fantasy world of ego.
2. Do something that’s yours. Write, paint, give each other a massages, sing karaoke, sculpt, cook, garden, etc. Just make it your own and don’t worry about making a viral video out of what you do. This is for you.
3. Be grateful you are still f*cking alive! This despite the fact we’ve been terribly on our own up to now and will be for the duration of this nightmare.
4. Love your mate, your kids, your dog, your cat, your cousins, your zoom pals and above all love yourself.
5. Tell ego-driven stars of biz, sports, film and politics like Musk, Trump and Pompeo. “I have my own life and you, Mr. or Ms. Bigshot, have zilch to do with it.”
And if you’ve completed all of the above and you do watch the Jordan piece, and I might too a little, witness the sobering progression of Michael devolving from a regular basketball player into a pampered ball-hogging self-centered egotist.
Hey, have you heard from Musk and Trump that going back to work in the middle of a deadly pandemic is freedom? Bet George Orwell is spinning in his grave.
Yep. Time for me, a conscious filmmaker, one who attended Trump inauguration in 2017. along with my amazing wife and partner, on the wild-assed hope that Trump might have an awakening in office, as my spirit guide Ohom said will happen. Yeah, but I love Ohom, anyway, even if his sending me the inauguration was perhaps in error. And please read up on spirit guides if you are wondering if I am operating with a full deck. Sorry, Ohom, even ETs make mistakes. Perhaps it’s time to realize the sad fact that if the Coronavirus tragedy has not awakened Trump’s wicked heart then nothing ever will.
I am so deeply disgusted that the GOP is, as usual, backing Trump by politicizing the hell out of a pandemic as the death tolls races for 100,000 by June 1st. Trump’s daily escapades demonstrate these tragic and unneeded deaths are but an inconvenience to his ego fueled reality. Perhaps #DrFauci might have an easier time getting #Trump to grasp the death toll if he broke the stats down into rallies equivalent.
The average Trump rally I am guesstimating is about 8K. Meaning right now, as of this blog when the death toll has surpassed that of all the brave young soldiers lost in the pointless Vietnam War, we’re at the equivalent of over 11 Trump rallies in the US #Coronavirus death toll and counting.
Let that sink in… 11 raucous Trump rallies dead. That’s staggering and something Trump might relate to. I pause to marvel at how I’ve really not given up on some, albeit small awakening of conscience for Trump. Ah. Such is my faith in my spirit guide Ohom’s wisdom.
Silly of me though to hope for the tiniest enlightenment for Trump when he arrogantly demands we Americans all praise him daily for his inept handling of the Coronavirus crisis. All to feed his bottomless narcissism while he proclaims the death toll not reaching the original CDC estimates of 2 million. Talk about setting the bar low to be proud of what ultimately could still be 2 million dead if the second wave is as bad as the fired Dr. Bright testified before Congress. It’s also ignorant of the sad fact that USA is the worst country on earth of death toll per capita.
And just when I thought my opinion of Trump could not go lower “bing, bang, boom boom” he announces he’s been taking Hydroxychloriquin for the past 10 days! Come on, Trump cabinet! Show some damned backbone and save Trump’s life by enacting the 25th amendment. Do it for his own good because the last thing we want is Trump becoming the first president to ever assassinate himself.
Looking big picture, beyond Trump, it’s time to face the hard fact that he is but one of an alarming growing number of narcissist-oligarchs who consistently game the system through weaponized wealth in the same, if more stealthy, way.
Indeed, we are slowly waking up to the wicked hearts grabbing the role of king makers as a means for wrecking this world for their own gain, namely Trump’s fellow billionaire oligarchs. I mean, what the hell happened to Elon Musk to end up on the same game plan as Trump? Unless perhaps he’s always been on the dark side to begin with.
Now, more than ever, as members of a conscious community, one that’s highly targeted by wicked politicians and the oligarchs who run them, we must steel our consciousness to shield ourselves from blatant mind control. Indeed, the conspiracy theories and sensationalism that sadly far too many of our spirit brothers and sisters have fallen victim to here in 2020, demonstrates clearly we are deep into the early stages of the wicked world George Orwell envisioned in his epic novel 1984. Looks at this crazy chart to see how precisely and thouroughly our community is targeted.
For brainwashing fodder behold a typical news cycle, comprised of 99% fear and 1% meaningless drivel. And, yes, we sadly still have a news cycle during the pandemic for those who can stomach it. Aside from CSpan, which few people have the time to watch or knowledge to grasp, me included, Americans only only have two basic sources of distillation news reporting:
1. A mainstream media that’s been out to get Trump since they helped elect him by gifting him too much publicity or…
2. A conservative media, led by FOX.
Note that I don’t include social media because that’s just a regurgitation of the pundits and media of both liberal or conservative persuasion. Working in social media as I do has become toxic seeing people turned into living spam bots to spread unfounded and dangerous conspiracy theories. Here’s lucky 13 examples:
1. Wearing a mask causes you to get the virus.
2. 5G causes or enhances the virus. A rumor the telcom industry’s own making for as they’ve rolled 5G out without proper health testing.
3. The virus is not real. Rather it’s all a “Plandemic.” Title of documentary by filmmaker Mikki Willis, who is one of those good conscious folks who we’ve lost to bogus conspiracy theories.
4. No one has died. This is all staged with actors.
5. Bill Gates created the virus.
6. You need to be 18 feet apart if the wind is blowing
7. People who isolate and social distance are dying faster than people who are not. A statisticians fantasy.
8. Drink bleach to cure the virus
9. Hydroxchloriquin can cure or block the virus
10. Holding back a sneeze can kill you! Let’s ’em fly!
11. Trump is using the confinement of the virus to arrest pedophiles of the deep state
12. The virus is bio weapon the Chinese have intentionally foisted on America.
13. The virus was created to kill Boomers.
My Irish grandma taught me number 10 as a kid but it sounds no stupider than the rest. Note: Some conspiracy theories may turn out to be true. Take the accepted fact that cigarettes cause cancer as an example. Each theory contains a grain of truth. That’s the lure of conspiracy theories and what makes them a powerful propaganda weapon.
Stressful stuff. So much so I am making shameless product plug: I am wearing my Patrick Flanagan techno-meditation device the NF3 to keep chill. Find it on CoolestTechEver.com.
Indeed, today’s polarized media is heartlessly and consciously designed by the narcissistic puppet masters billionaire oligarchs to turn brother against brother, sister against sister and cause more death, more heartache and shame. And the more polarized We the People become the better the old tried on true approach of divide and conquer works to keep the billionaires above the fray.
Need proof? Look no further than how the USA’s management of the coronavirus has been deeply politicized. With this dark work, Trump and his cronies succeed in pitting non-mask wearing Americans against their mask wearing brethren. Just as I absurdly and prophetically explore in TRUMP FEVER DREAM Chapter five!
And don’t get me started on vaccines. So sad to see my many anti-vaxers friends coerced into believing the virus is not even real using the powerful leverage of peace of mind. I don’t like vaccines myself, but not because I believe the vax will secretly be used to track my location. Hello! Cell phones already do that quite well thank you!
I lucked out or, I’d like to imagine, am blessed, no planning involved, in having an at home job to shelter in place during the crisis with my amazing wife. And it’s a fun comfy job of writing, film making, creating social media for BuzzBroz.com clients and co-running, a full time job in itself, CoolestTechEver.com. So my heart goes out to my brother and sister workers in the office and service world being forced back to work early, minus a national reopening plan. Again intentional.
Friends, what it all comes down to is you are being fed lies and doublethink by the wicked hearts like Navaro, Pompeo, McConnell, Trump and the Musks of the world. Lies like work, AKA slavery, is freedom. Orwell’s estate needs to sue Trump for copyright infringement for that piece of cognitive dissonance.
In parting on what’s been therapeutic for me to write and I hope for you to read, please stay home if you can. Wear a mask in public and wash your hands. The world needs you here in the here and now and the last thing you want on your conscience is to become a witless ill-advised spreader.
PS If you’re wondering why I am more agitated than normal it’s because my home state of Wisconsin, where my 91-year-old mother and most of my birth family live, the GOP led supreme court, the same one that cruelly forced people to vote in person during the primary, has overruled the Democratic governor and forced a reopening of the state. Resulting in this frothy Wisconsin brand of insanity pictured below.
Sorry for the short break between chapters. As I’ve been writing chapter 5 it’s been scary to see real-life Trump catch up to this next chapter, where Abe makes a cameo in “Trump’s Fever Dream”, by his holding a FOX town hall at the Lincoln Memorial last week. A weird choice given Abe would be a liberal Dem by today party standards.
But whoever said Trump was a student of history, or anything for that matter? He’s certainly not a student of the 1918 flu epidemic that killed millions. Tragically, America of 2020 is number 1 for the virus on earth. And yet Trump claims zero responsibility for not acting quicker and more decisively.
It’s deeply frustrating that, despite his daily epic fails, Fox and the GOP blindly support him. Combined with this unholy alliance, fueled by almost limitless “brainwashing funds”, with the Zuck’s FB support, Trump actually rose in approval polls this week. Please see THE GREAT HACK on Netflix to grasp how this terrible joke on the people is happening right before our eyes through highly targeted mind control.
Welcome to chapter 5 of my writing therapy, pard. Be sure to read chapters 1-4 to see how Trump got to this feverish point in this dark comedic fantasy that asks the question:
Would Trump catching the coronavirus have any lasting impact on our fearless leader if he survived catching Covid-19?
CHAPTER 5 – THE COVID KID
Trump blinks his open his bloodshot eyes and squints at blinding glare of surgery lights overhead. He struggles to sit up but restraints hold Trump in place.
A gowned, masked and gloved Dr. Fauci notices Trump’s struggle and says in his best soothing tone, “Please don’t struggle, Mr. President. You’re lucky your valet Robert kept you alive with mouth to mouth until the paramedics brought you here. Um, not so lucky, you’ve come down with a severe case of the coronavirus, sir.”
Trump tries to speak, but the pain is so intense he cannot.
“Do not speak! Your throat’s badly seared. Nod if you understand me?” offers Dr. Fauci.
Trump nods yes curtly.
“Now, Mr. President, serious question for which I need a serious answer if I am going to have a chance to save your life. Here goes: Have you taken any Hydrochloroquin?”
Trump nods yes sadly.
“And did you drink any disinfectants today?”
Trump nods grimly while making the hand signal for “a little.”
“Lysol perhaps?” says Fauci, visibly resisting the urge for to do face palm.
Trump shakes his head “no” rapidly.
“Sorry. Brand’s immaterial. Did you orally ingest some sort of bleach?”
Trump nods reluctantly.
“OK. It’s 2 AM. I’m gonna name some earlier times from today. Nod when I am close to the time of day you drank bleach.”
Trump nods, impressed Fauci guessed right the first try.
“Nurse, stomach pump! Stat!” an older nurse wheels over a stomach pump.
“Donald, I’m placing you on anesthesia. After pumping your stomach the nurse will immediately intubate you. That is if your damaged esophagus can handle it. But before I put you in an induced coma, uh, there’s an old friend here who must have a word with you,” says Dr. Fauci steps aside to reveal a gowned and masked Mike Pence.
“Hey, buddy. It’s Mike, um, Mike Pence, your VP. How you doin’?”
Annoyed as hell, Trump messages with his eyes for Pence to get on with it.
“Ok, Ok. Why I ‘m here. Right. You see, I’d like your blessings on my VP choice before I temporarily step into your big shoes, amigo. All very, very temporary of course until your back on the job in record covid-time,” says Pence, doing his best to sound sincere.
Trump becomes more agitated, but nods OK.
The mask-free Pence speaks up nervously, “Now, I know this is going to be a little hard for you to swallow — Geez Louise, pardon that expression! — Uh, what with how my Veep pick and you have been going back and forth a tiny teeny bit in the media, and, well, um, ah, given the fact they happen to be a life long Democrat and –”
Trump’s eyes widen with rage.
“Sorry. — Cut to the chase.– Donald, we need to reunite the country in this dark time. The markets have crashed three times in the past 24 hours. The Dow is down 5000 points. Banks are closed to prevent runs and demanding $3 trillion more in aid. Worst of all Civil War has broken out in Georgia after the second wave killed tens of –”
Pence stops his political blathering under Trump’s searing glare.
“Ok, it’s Govenor Cuomo. Andrew’s my VP pick.”
Trump writhes in agony that his fever dream about Cuomo as president in 2022 is turning out to be prophetic.
“Swell, Donald. I’m going to take your reaction as a definite “yes” and announce you’re in total and complete agreement to make Governor Cuomo my temporary VP. — Good. That wasn’t so bad now was it? Okie dokie. I turn you back of to the good Dr. Fauchster. Get well, buddy,” chirps Pence.
Enraged, Trump struggles mightily to break free of his restraints. Pence gives Trump a peck on his sweaty forehead. Dr. Fauci injects the writhing Trump. The surgery room and the worried face of Mike Pence fades from view.
Fauci’s distant echoing voice in the white void advises, “Word of warning, Mr. President. Coma dreams can be quite intense. Brace yourself… self… self.”
WELCOME TO CORONA NEVADA
Total whiteness gives was to total blackness. Trump’s blurry twisted vision of an old town of the West fades into confusing view. Town folk, half wearing western bandit masks and half mask-free mill about on the dusty street.
A masked young man and mask-free young man draw on each other FIRE. Both fall dead in the street. Trump watches in a daze as the town undertaker and town drunk, Rudi Giuliani, drags the unmasked boy towards his funeral parlor with a red front door. Rudi, waves to Trump and says brightly. “Mornin’ Sheriff Trump. Gorgeous day!”
Trump simply stares into the desert sun, fascinated as it keeps shifting back and forth between being the sun and surgery light.
Rudi shrugs his shoulders and returns to dragging his human cargo for his funeral parlor.
The masked young man is dragged off by his bereaved family into a house with a blue door. The mother of the masked boy shrieks at Trump, “You, you, you bastard. Your hate killed my baby!” When Trump does not respond to her the dead boy’s Mother wails in agony before vanishing behind the blue door of her home with a slam of the door.
The crack of the door slam stirs Trump to life. He works out a kink in back on the porch bench of his sheriff’s office and belches loudly. Trump happily notices he’s dressed as the town sheriff, tin badge, six shooter and all.
Trump blinks, fully taking in the sight of the dusty New Mexico town in Old West. Trump rustles the CORONA GAZZETTE to his face. His eyes widen as he reads the date June 1864 just as the dirty town’s church tower clock clocks strikes for nine times. “Maybe I’m on the set of Westworld?”says a puzzled Trump.
Trump’s wild west wife, Kellyanne Conway, takes a seat beside him on the bench. Dressed a frilly pioneer frock of the day, Kellyanne swings opens picnic basket and chirps brightly in a thick southern accent, “Hey, sleepy head. Have a nice nap?”
“Kellyanne?” says Trump, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Made your fav, hon. Burgers and gravy.” says Kellyanne, uncovering her steaming masterpiece. Kellyanne lovingly tucks a napkin into Trump’s dusty shirt.
Trump digs in and speaks with his mouthful,”Wow, babe. Had this crazy dream I was president of these here United States.”
“Sorry, hon. Ya’all’s just the Sheriff of our sweet little town of Corona,” giggles Kellyanne.
“So this is 1864” asks Trump, surprised by how Texan he sounds.
“Ha, ha. All year. And we’ll be married 35 years come June 23rd next week. So now ya’all have no excuse ya’all forgit again!” says Kellyanne, sneaking a kiss to Trump’s cheek.
Trump’s badly overweight deputy, Attorney General William Barr, plops two used up paint cans, one blue and one red, on the porch. He grabs seat, mopping his forehead with a dirty white hanky. Seeing Trump’s puzzled expression Barr offers, “Finished, sir.”
“Finished with what, Billy?” asks Trump.
“Painting every dang front door in town of the Confederate homes red and the Union homes blue. Just like you ordered, sir,” says Barr.
Puzzled to say the least, Trump runs a hand though his long head of silver hair as he says uncertainly, “Lemme see, our brave Confederates they don’t wear masks, right?”
Kellyanne brightly offers, “Them Union folks are the chickens who are slaved to wearing mask and keeping their distance! Silly old blue bellies.”
“Divide and conquer. Works every time,” says Trump proudly getting into the swing of things.
“Got anymore of them delish ham sandwiches in your picnic basket, Kellyanne?” asks Barr sweetly.
“Never forget my favorite deputy. Here you go, Billy boy,” says Kellyanne offering deputy Barr a gravy soaked burger.
“I dreamed you, Billy, you were my kickass Attorney General. Way, way in the future.”
“Wow. What year, Sheriff?” ask Barr.
“2020… I think,” says Trump still dazed and confused if he’s dreaming or all this.
Seeming to read his thoughts, Barr says effusively brown nosing, “Don, you are the best dreamer in the West. It’s what makes you such a miracle maker for the good people of Corona!”
“Billy, why in all that’s holy is the dang General Store still closed?!” Trump says, angrily pointing to the General Store across the street with a freshly painted blue front door.
“Uppity Bob Jenkins says he ain’t opening our fair town’s only General Store until Doc gives everybody a checkup for the sickness. Meantime, Corona’s citizens, red and blue both, are runnin’ outta food fast and theys a blaming you as Sheriff/ Mayor,” offers Barr.
“Time to pay a little visit to our town’s freed slave,” says Trump rising a bit shakily to his feet.
A short time later Trump Trump glares over a cash register at the blue mask wearing Robert, his Black personal valet in DC of 2020 who saved his life, but who is the general store owner in Trump’s 1864 fever dream.
Trump bellows, “I don’t care if’n you’re worried about some weak old sods headin’ for the last roundup. People like you libtards gotta realize this here sickness serves God’s purpose his creatures the wolves. Thin the herd of weakness! Huh. Gotta tweet that today.”
“Tweet? Ya mean like a little birdy?” wisecracks Robert.
Trump grabs Robert by his shopkeeper’s blue apron, “Do not get uppity with me, boy! If was up to me be you’d still be picking cotton in Georgia where you belong!”
Robert shakes off Trumps hand on his shirt and angrily says, seething hate welling in his normally soft eyes, “And no doubt as a slave. Nevada’s a free territory, Sheriff Trump. I is a free man. My store. My rules. And my rule is that my store stays shut until Doc examines everyone for the desert sickness. Only way to stop swapping us back and forth tween us like danged kindergartners!”
Barr inserts himself between Trump and Robert and says in his usual deadpan droll, “Now, Robert. You, more than most in Corona, have enjoyed the good Sheriff’s protection from the Confederates in here town. Now, son, we’d never want you lynched –”
“Shut it, Deputy Barr! I give the orders in this here town! And I demand this here General Store reopen today and you get your lazy black ass back on the job, Bobby boy!” demands Trump.
“So much for diplomacy,” mutters Barr to himself.
“You know, runnin’ this little store I gets to know a lotta personal things. And Sheriff, to be honest — And it’s nice nice to be honest. You should give it try once and while just to keep us guessin’ — There’s a whole lotta things you don’t want me tellin’ your fourth wife Kellyanne about. Like, for one example, your twice a week deal with the town’s whore,” calmly offer Robert.
Dumbfounded that Robert has boxed him in, Trump sputters, “You’re gonna be sorry, Jenkins. Powerful sorry.”
“I’m already, Donnie. Sorry I moved to your hateful little red and blue crazy town of Corona. Good day gents,” says Robert taking Trump and Barr forcefully about the shoulders and escorting them out of the store with shove. Robert slams the door their faces and pulls down the CLOSED window shade.
Enraged, Trump spins to Barr, “Billy, I want a full investigation into where Robert Jenkins gets his food stocks.”
“Already done. The blackie gets most of he supplies from the Chinaman who visits Corona once a month. In fact, I have conspiracy theory all my own that Jenkins was responsible for helping the Chinese bastard spread the sickness to our fine Confederate folk.”
“This must be why Confederate folks are getting sicker faster, ain’t they?” ponders Trump, loving Barr’s conspiracy theory.
“Yup. Though a course Doc said it could also be because we red doors don’t wash our hands or –” offers Barr.
“Never you mind with them outdated Union notions! Draft up charges and serve, Jenkins. I want him hung by Sunday. Folks do love a good lynching. Cleanses the soul,” gloats Trump, wishing to himself again that the old west had Twitter.
“But the mob might want to do a hanging’ before the judge hits town again,” says Barr.
“Not another word, Billy. There’s more deputies where you came from,” says Trump chewing on a ragged cuticle on his gun hand.
Barr switches mental gears and effusively offers, “You’re a dadgum genius, sir! Pissing off Abe Lincoln himself after Robert is, uh, um, brought to justice is red meat for our upstanding Confederate citizens!”
“Our fine city of Corona will carry the vote for Nevada to join the great Confederacy and turn the tide of the war or my name ain’t Sheriff Donald J. Trump,” says Trump.
Time shifts into high gear. Citizens, masked and unmasked, race up the street as the sun rockets overhead across the western sky. Eight hours pass in the blink of an eye. Night falls like rock.
Trump happily finds himself on the outskirts of town standing beside a hanging tree dressed in a KKK robe.
Robert, his muscular neck in a hangman’s noose and hands tied behind his back, glares down at Trump from atop a swayed old horse’s back. Robert’s chiseled featured are lit by the torches of men on horseback dressed in KKK robes. Robert says bitterly, “Let’s get this party with you and your “fine people” over, T-rump.”
Trump bows obligingly and smacks Robert horse on the butt. A distant rifle’s sound splits the air and the rope above Robert’s hangmen noose is cut free by the ace shot. Hands tied, Robert kicks the horse and races off, vanishing into the desert night.
In the distance a man in a stove pipe hat holsters his rifle and rides off into the starry desert night after Robert.
Next morning Trump addresses a crowd of Confederate citizens along with a smattering Union people,”As a lotta you know Corona’s token negro and General Store Keeper, Robert Jenkins, escaped a hangin’ last night.”
Townspeople mutter angrily among themselves.
Unfazed, Trump brilliantly riffs, “But what you fine Confederate folks don’t know is letting Jenkins escape was my plan all along!”
The stunned crowd stares at Trump in dazed silence.
“You see, I hired me the best Pinkerton detective west of Mississippi to sharp shoot off Jenkin’s necktie and now the dumb nigger’s bein’ tracked to the source of the tainted goods that have brought sickness to our fine town of Corona, birthplace of the greatest beer on earth!”
The Confederate citizens cheer wildly while the Union people all do face palms.
A few hours later, as measured by old church’s rusty clock, Barr and Trump once again enjoy Kellyanne’s burgers and biscuits on the Sheriff’s porch. Barr asks nervously, “Sheriff, that story about the Pinkerton…”
“One of my best whoppers. But, Billy boy, I ain’t got no clue about who really freed that nigger. All I really want is for people to be able to buy damned toilet paper. Me especially!” says Trump, wondering if toilet paper exists in 1864 because of the puzzled look on Barr saggy face.
“Well why didn’t you say so, Sheriff? I got a secret TP stash. Back in a jiff ” says Barr escaping up the street, exhibiting a bad limp.
Kellyanne turns to Trump, her face filled with confusion “Whatever is spin doc, hon?” asks Kellyanne lovingly.
“What you called me yesterday, hon. You said, ‘Kelly Anne, darlin’, my order to reopen the town, spin doctor it.'”
Before the unsure Trump can answer with some fresh bull, the town executioner, town undertaker and town drunk Rudi Giuliani, stumbles up and happily volunteers with drunken bow, “Madame, I will have you know that yours truly invented the spin doctor profession to help win Andrew Jackson’s re-elction back in, I think it was, 1830. To spin doctor refers to one such as me creating the best story by, um, reorganization, shall we say of the alternative facts… Wait sec, can either of you fine people spare a dime for a thirsty man? All this spin remembering has me parched. ”
Before Trump can answer, an out of breath pimple faced teen wearing a cowboy style MAGA hat runs up to the trio and shouts, “Sheriff Trump! Sheriff Trump, the Covid Kid just rode into town and he’s comin’ a gunnin’ for ya!”
“Oh my God, Donnie! Whatever shall we do?” worries Kellyanne.
“If by we you me mean me: Nothin’.” says Trump with his customary shit eating grin.
“Nothin’?!” says Kellyanne.
“This here reality is just what my 2020 doc, that fuck Fauci, calls a fever dream.” chuckles Trump.
“What you drinkin’, Sheriff? Cause I want me some,” slobbers Giuliani.
BANG! Trump and the shrieking Kelly Anne are splattered in blood from a bullet hole in Giulani’s forehead, “Funny. All of sudden I got a splitting headache.” Rudy falls face first to the dusty street.
“Sheriff Trump! Ya no good orange bellied coward. I am callin’ you out!” shouts the Covid kid holstering his smoking gun, his gruff voice muffled by a blue bandana mask
“Fair gun fight, Kid?” says Trump calmly, not believing any of this is real but playing along for kicks and hamming it up for Kellyanne.
“Fair? What in hell do you know about fair, Donnie boy?” snarls the Covid Kid.
“Ask poor unarmed Rudi, about fair, you monster,” sobs Kellyanne.
The Covid kid laughs at Kellyanne, “Ha. Rudi’s mouth is a legal weapon. Hmm. Wonder who undertakes the undertaker?”
“Ha. Thought you just lived in mirrors,” says Trump getting to his feet.
“I live in you, you idiot. I am your damn conscience! Now it’s finally time for me to take over the show, pard, ’cause you never listen to me, here in 1864 or in 2020. But tell you what, you don’t deserve it but, yeah, let’s make this a fair fight,” offers Mirror Trump.
Trump pats his gorgeous white stallion and says coyly, “But, kid, I already run the show, my body, my town, my rules. What’s in a gun battle for me except maybe a tombstone?”
“Opps. Forgot. Always has to be something in any for you don’t there?” Off Trump’s smug nod the Covid Kid offers, “OK, You got certain childhood memories, painful even to your elephant hide, I can make those go away,” says the Covid Kid dryly, mirroring Trump’s own insincerity.
“Your bluffin’.” chuckles Trump.
“And you should know all about bluffin’,” says the Covid Kid snapping his fingers, He and Trump become transparent spirits observing Trump’s dad Fred Trump impatiently giving a math lesson from hell to little Donald using coins.
Fred says menacingly,” Donald, Donald. That’s eighty cents! I asked you to show me ninety! Now do it! And no more help from me!”
Little Donnie places 3 quarters on the table and Fred smacks him on the back of the head. Donald cries and Fred whacks him harder, shouting, “Unless you can learn basic math I am sticking you in a school for retards! You a winner or a retard, Donny boy?”
Donald bursts into tears and Fred’s expression softens,”Aw. Did I make you cry… little girl?”
Already having seen enough, Trump turns sadly to the Covid Kid and says in a hoarse whisper, “Ok. Make all my bad memories of Dad’s abuse go away and we got us a deal. Pistols at 20 paces at high noon.”
The Covid Kid snaps his fingers and the two Trumps are back in the Nevada town of Corona in 1864 facing each other 20 paces apart.
“Just to be square, I kill you in this dream you die in the real world. At least the Trump we’ve all come to know and hate dies and I take over.”
Mirror Trump says, “Have it your way. Hell it is.” He points to a shop window that lights up to show a reflection of Trump being intubated in the real 2020 world, causing Trump of 1864 to choke and gag.
“No fair. What happened to our gunfight?” says Trump breathlessly.
“We draw when the church bells strike 12,” says Trump’s mirror image the Covid Kid.
The storefront image fades back to a regular reflection of 1864. A tumbleweed blows across the street between the two Trumps.
“For starters, Soon as I take over this burger bloated body of ours I am painting all the doors of this nightmare of yours purple.”
The church clock towers makes the first of twelve strikes. Hidden above the Sheriff’s office Deputy William Barr takes aim a Mirror Trump’s back. Barr mutters a pep talk to himself, “Boss wants this to look good. Fire on 11 and a half. Fire on 11 and a half.”
Trump catches a glint of Barr’s rifle in the hot noon sun and hides a grin with some false bravado,”I got nickname for your tombstone: Goodie Two Trumps.”
The church tower gongs five. Mirror Trump’s gun hand twitches over his silver six shooter. “After 73 years of nagging you to do the right thing, I am one conscience that’s done talkin’. Shut it and get ready to draw, ya mangy old coot.”
Kelly Anne runs to Mirror Trump’s side and pecks him on the cheek, “Can I watch you kill the blowhard?”
Trump says, “You’re fired, Kellyanne,” as he angrily blows Kellyanne off her feet. Her dead body splashing into the horse trough.
“Marriages just don’t stick with you do they, Donnie? ” says Trump’s mirror conscience in disgust.
Barr sees mirror Trump did not break his concentration as the clock strikes 9. Barr quietly cocks back his shinny rifle’s firing hammer. As he does another gun behind Barr clicks back it’s hammer. Barr spins in terror to see none other than Abraham Lincoln has the drop on him.
Abe says grimly “Justice is served, Deputy Barr,”and fires six shooter. Bam! Barr falls off the roof of the Sheriff’s office and crashes through the porch roof.
Mirror Trump, the Covid Kid, flashes a thumbs up to the grinning Abe Lincoln atop the Sheriff’s office a thumbs up as the clock strikes 10. Trump quick draws and fires on mirror Trump’s turned back 2 strikes ahead of the agreement. But his shot goes wide and takes out his beloved white horse.
“So predictable. Too bad your bad dad Freddy never taught you to shoot straight, amigo,” The Covid Kid chuckles as the clock strikes 12. BANG! Mirror Trump fires and Trump’s throat erupts in a gush of blood. Trump falls to his knees in the dusty street, gasping for air, unable to talk.
The Covid Kid gloats over the dying Trump,”For once I get the last world. Hurry up and die, Donnie boy. The world needs the better you, namely me.”
All fades to black. Trump blinks his eyes open in a luxurious hospital room. He spots a smug Kellyanne reading a PEOPLE’S MAGAZINE, complete a fresh photo of an intubated picture of Trump on the cover. The headline reads:
KELLYANNE EXCLUSIVE: TRUMP INTUBATED!
Trump tries to speak, but the tube down his throat only allows him a gagging gurgle and he passes out without Kellyanne ever noticing his brief awakening from the fever dream.
END CHAPTER 5
REAL FEVER DREAMS
Sadly Covid-19 patients can end up intubated in an induced coma on a respirator for weeks on end. The odds of a virus patient ever regaining consciousness drop daily the longer someone remains on a respirator. Strangely, Trump’s terrible fever dreams of choking and dying over and over again in elaborate ways I depict in this story are something I intuited weeks ago before this story from Atlantic.
Bottom line, avoid getting this damn virus no matter what the media or politicians playing with your life tell you. Above all avoid Trump’s insane false macho attitude of it being OK to allow people catching the virus to build herd immunity. All while it’s not even scientifically yet known if we the people can catch this damn thing more than once!
Stay distant, wear masks no matter to pressure from the misled right-wing nutjobs and wash your hands often.