The title of this week’s blog (one month post-insurrection) is in response to the latest desperate attempt by Q to maintain its stranglehold on the hearts and minds of far too many gullible Americans. Q’s mind-fuck story this week? Trump and Biden have switched faces!
Q is quite simply the biggest mind control attack ever propagated on a civilian populace. And it’s frustrating as hell Q is still fucking with us without being arrested. Not my idea of freedom.
My theory is that Q was created in desperation to build a bigger base of white power. This violent, yet invisible, attack on a large segment of the American populace, vulnerable from its own sense of white privilege, was stabbed into the heart of our country through a full frontal media/advertising attack and via a sneak attack, deployed through weapons grade memes, videos and bot postings all on unregulated social media.
Spitballing freely, here are some of my wild-assed ideas of how we got into this fucking mess where nearly half the country is still lost to Q and its racist variants. Hey, the dark side doesn’t have an exclusive on theoretical BS. Well, here goes:
1. Racist Trump rose to power in the highest office in the land with help from a racist GOP. We’re all weary as AF right now because, not only we have we avoided a civil war by the skin of our teeth, but we are also fighting the remnants of Trump’s deadly herd immunity scheme. A scheme that, to my painful observation, rapidly evolved into a bio weapon when Jared learned Covid kills 3 times as many Blacks as whites.
2. Power drunk business person(s) rose to Bond-villain multi-billionaire status and used Trump as their front man. There have never been so many white oddball billionaires as now and the list is growing. Some racist player may have thought, ‘Hey, it’s cool to manipulate people to buy my rotten shit like reality TV and slave labor made tennis shoes. So why not demo the hell out of my less intelligent brother and sister whites and enslave those suckers and losers to hate and division? Divide and conquer!
3. Fact: Religion’s influence has been diminishing for decades. So might it make some sense that religious leaders might desperate enough to reverse decline by seeking to reinvent itself? It then doubles down on the magical thinking they foster in the church every Sunday. All to recruit more believers and remain in power. See THE FAMILY on Netflix to understand the huge role religion played in putting Trump in power and Pence as his obsequious as hell VP.
4. Going sci fi: An advanced alien race is harvesting angst consciousness. We sure got a lot of that today. That’d be yummy to a nasty alien consciousness getting it’s rocks off on endlessly fucking with us.
5. Going super high tech: Might the gross manipulation engender a simulated universe for one master conscious AI? All to be able to launch AI super computer realities in the form of an infinite number of lives, patterned after our own on social media?
6. Last, just the good old Ruskies looking to incite a civil war. What a comeuppance. The USA has meddled in toppling governments for a century. Perhaps seeing our Capitol sacked by Nazis might give America pause for future meddling.
You get the idea. Who the hell knows? But without question, someone or some group is fucking with human consciousness in ways we cannot grasp, only theorize about. Our collective angst on this topic has left almost half our country in a self-destructive state of mental illness; still enraged about the BIG LIE that the election was stolen from Trump by the rightfully elected Joe Biden. And watching the assholes in Congress (House) and the Senate fuel this lies in goddamn infuriating.
And no. Biden did not switch faces with Trump. The idiocy of this latest Q drop is that one only need look at the slender build of Biden to compared to the fat stack burger build of the orange deposed wannabe dictator to know its mind control nonsense. GET REAL! This is engineered cognitive dissonance, designed to insert things of the enemy’s choosing into your mind.
If you went down the rabbit hole, you must undo the Q in your life. You were sucked into a Trump cult. Seek help if you need it to break free. Only then might you see there is only one one reality here on the blue planet, one universe which we all enjoy in divergent and creative ways. Time to grow the fuck up and love reality. You’re not a kid anymore.
Consider this an invitation to be a reality proponent. Magical thinking, which I do lots of, is fine if you don’t start to buy your own stories as literal truth. Speaking of which, let’s honor all religions and all faith not as literal fact but as beautiful stories created to help us be better, not worse, people.
Congratulations. If you are an American reading this blog during the final days of the Trumptopia you’re one of the lucky people not to be among the 340,000 to 420,000, depending on who is counting, to sadly and needlessly be killed off by the Corona virus in 2020.
Add to the Trumptopia 2020 shit show the nearly 20 million Americans who were infected by the maskless, feckless, freedom fighters and extra congrats if you’ve not become a long hauler. Happily, not even the ever more seditious GOP can dampen the collective joy over the good news that the mother of all polls, The Gallup, shows Trump’s popularity is falling as Biden’s rises.
All of which inspires me to create a new chapter in my ongoing blog series that began in the spring of 2020 and which might become a novel once I can make the time.
TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM –CHAPTER 8 – TRUMPTOPIA
In chapter 7 we left the Donald Trump of an alternate timeline reality. One where he was not so lucky as our reality’s Trump, who quickly recovered from Covid. — All to our collective shock given his obesity and unhealthy diet. — The orange dictator wannabe lays secretly intubated in a makeshift hospital room that was once his White House bedroom. While across the hall, the First Lady has been accidentally shot by Steve Bannon.
Melania croaks her last words to Bannon, “Tell Donald I love heem.”
Trump’s fever dream madness dissolves. He blinks his orange raccoon eyes, coming to with a loud gasp in his good old White House bedroom. He mutters in disgust at all the moving boxes that surround his bed.
Trump yawns deeply and mumbles to himself, “Knew it. Knew it was all a bad dream when Melania said she loves me.” He turns on TV and is shocked to see Kayleigh McEnany is now a Fox News anchor.
“Morning, Fox viewers. The sad day we’ve all been dreading, January 20th 2021, is here. Despite the heroic efforts of the near unanimous vote of the GOP Congress and GOP Senators, led by GOP rival for McConnell’s throne, Ted Cruz , and a well contained Proud Boy riot on January 6th, one fortunately with no casualties, unless you count their broken hearts, the geriatric Joe Biden will be sworn in at noon today as the unlawful fake president of the not-so-United States of America. We are honored on this, my first day as the new Fox News morning anchor, to welcome the real President of the United States Donald Trump to the show… Uh, sir? Are you there, sir?”
“One sec! Forgot I was going to be on this morning.” shouts Trump as he throws on a robe that is patterned after a king’s gown. “Well, not really forgot. I am sharper than ever. Sharp as… what was I saying?”
The ON AIR sign lights up on the bedroom camera. Now Trump’s gigantic naked bone white ass is all that’s being broadcast live on FOX, which temporarily cuts to a still shot of a well coifed Trump kissing Giuliani.
Trump sweeps empty McDonald’s wrappers off his bed. His orange head a balding Boris Johnson mess, Trump jams on a Lincoln stovepipe top hat over his embarrassing hair and shouts. “Ready, Kayleigh!”
“Mr. President! Ah there you are. Looking very Abe Lincoln too. How, um… nice!” says Kayleigh painting on her famed fake smile.
“Hadn’t heard you were on FOX, Kayleigh,” says Trump coldly.
“Fox made me an offer I could not refuse, sir.”
“Fox is fake news now. I am the REAL president and this whole fake Biden/Harris inauguration thing today is a total sham. Right?” demands Trump.
“Of, of course, Mr. Real President. And I am going to be on site for your real inauguration later today.” offers Kayleigh brightly.
“I’ll never give up! I love my voters too much to ever quit. The rigged elections were stolen by the lower income working class people living in urban areas!” shouts Trump.
“Just call them Black voters, sir. Sorry, we’re trying to get the balance back into “fair and –”
“Hate to cut you short, Kayleigh, but I gotta thank all the suc, uh, brave donors who gave me over $300 million, post election day, to my Stop the Steal Campaign. A new funding record that will earn me a third Nobel. Donations still welcome at this link!” Trump lifts a poster board with his website emblazoned across it in front of his face, accidentally knocking off his stovepipe hat. His hair a beautician’s nightmare, Trump dives from sight and pops back up with the Abe hat turned sideways.
Kayleigh coughs nervously and tries to change the subject,”Um, Tell us about your real inauguration today. Why the choice of Four Season Total Landscaping for the location of your second term swearing in?”
Trump crosses his plump arms in a pout and grouses, “Did I teach you nothing, Kayleigh, while you served under me?”
“You tell me why I selected Four Seasons Total Landscaping, Kayleigh.” says Trump tapping his chubby bare foot. “Hello! I’m waiting.”
“Um, you’re doubling down, sir? On Rudy’s presser he held between the dildo store and the crematorium?”
“Bingo! Haha! I own the libs again!” says Trump doing his YMCA dance, which minus the music is even weirder looking.
“Ooh the libtards hate you, sir!” giggles Kayleigh.
“Hey, Kayleigh, would you like your first Fox exclusive?”
“Of course, Mr. Real President.”
“The master of deal is back, Kayster! I’ve made an exclusive arrangement with Four Seasons Total Landscaping, to be the future northern White House, ” says Trump with a cocky grin.
“Um. Speechless, sir.”
“They’re putting me in the fertilizer department.” beams Trump.
“Um, uh, excellent choice to once again own the libtards. I’m curious of one thing though, Mr. President –“
“That’s Mr. Real President, ” says Trump angrily readjusting his stovepipe hat to his best crack a normal.
“I’m curious, Mr. Real President, why such a small venue? I mean the landscaper’s back alley could not possibly hold more than 100 or so of your loyal followers.”
“Duh. Simple, Kayleigh. Covid!” shouts Trump as if being louder will make his idea more understandable.
“Covid?” asks a panicky looking Kayleigh.
“I alone can save the American people from the virus. So I want my real inauguration to be intimate. You know, less people… to fight the China plague! A plague that Joe Biden’s son Hunter has brought upon our people with his illegal emails to the Ukraine.”
Not liking where this is heading Kayleigh gingerly asks,”Sir, are you still considering re-labeling this tragic killer of innocents and old people to be the Biden Virus?”
“Damn leakers. I was gonna reveal that in my inauguration speech today! Who told you about the Biden Virus?” demands Trump, with a pop on on his top hat for emphasis.
“You did, sir. Um, before I quit,” says Kayleigh with an apologetic smile.
“Right. I knew that. Knew that like Person, Man, Woman Camera, something, something. As you know, I am starting my own network. Trump TV! And it would have been the far,very far better choice for you, Kayleigh. Fox has gone too god damn liberal. Al the truthing! Disgusting!”
“The truth can really suck. I know. It”s just…”
“Just what, Kayleigh?”
“Ivanka. She’s jealous of any time I spend with you, sir.”
“Yeah, my babe, uh, baby can get catty. Can’t get enough of her Daddy dear,” says Trump distracted by a house fly.
“So I figured I able to converse with you more freely, Mr. Real President, at a network Ivanka was not, um, running.” says Kayleigh, finishing with a flirtatious smile.
Trump dives missing the fly and falls to the floor, “Got him and his little fly brother. Two flies with one blow Topped Obama again!” says Trump as the two flies buzz by the camera.
“How is the first lady taking all this?” says Kayleigh trying to move on.
“Dr. Jill? How the hell would I know?” sighs Trump then realizing what he said and quickly adding, “Right! First Lady Melania has written a poem about all this. Like me to read it?”
Off Kayleigh’s nod, Trump recites,
“A Poem the Real First Lady Melania Trump
4 years in the drafty old White House
Four years living with an arrogant louse
Get me off this fucking horse
I want a fucking dee-vorce!”
Trump says sadly, “Oh, that was Melania’s diary. My bad.”
“So sorry, Donald, I mean Mr. Real President.” says Kayleigh, wiping a tear.
“Shoulda rehearsed that poem thingee more. Nothing to be sorry about! Ladies, I am back on the market. How about a date tonight, Kayleigh?”
“Have to be double date. My husband Sean for me and any number of lucky women for you.”
“I’ll check with Kimberly!” says Trump wistfully.
“Don Jr. and Ms. Guilfolye have broken up?”
“Haha. Nope. But why settle for junior when senior’s on the market?”
Trump and Kayleigh laugh. Both have a hard time stopping and soon it awkward AF.
“Never can stay mad at you, Kayleigh Wayleighly. Wanna hear a little of my speech?” says Trump, pulling his robe tight over his bulging crotch. “This one I rehearsed, well, more like skimmed. Actually, my Black body man Robert read it to me. Did I mention Robert is Black?”
“Um, yes you have, sir. Many, many, many time.”
“Robert”s the Black guy that told me I was the best president for Black people aside from Abe Lincoln, maybe,” says Trump swatting the pair of flies away. “So mt speech. Want a taste, Kayleigh?”
“Oh my god, we at Fox News are totally honored to hear your real inauguration speech, Mr. Real President!”
Trump digs through the pile of burger wrappers, “Fuck me, where’s my fucking inauguration speech? Ah here we go! – Ahem! Four years ago we birthed Trumptopia together! This despite the mess I inherited from that Kenya born jungle bunny and –“
“If I may suggest, sir, Jungle bunny may cost your a few Black votes in 2024, sir.” says Kayleigh, sneaking a look at her watch.
Trump ignores Kayleigh and pushes on, “Now, as I begin my second terms as the real president of my ever blossoming Trumptopia, I want to give special thanks to those rascally Proud Boys for acting as my army — scratch that, I mean private security force — sponsored by My Pillow, and gathered here at Four Seasons Total Land –“
Onscreen Kayleigh listens to her earpiece and says, “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. President.”
“Mr. Real President! Knew I should have given this interview to Hannity. What the fuck is so important you have the nerve to interrupt –“
“Sean has breaking news from the, um, fake inauguration. It seems fake president Joe Biden has sprained his big toe and –“
“Haha! See! See how old and feeble that old goat Biden is!” gloats Trump.
“Actually, it seems Joe sprained his toe rescuing a bus load of Trump backers from a burning Greyhound single-handidly.” says Kayleigh softly.
“Oh, “whispers Trump. The stovepipe hat falls off his bushy half bald head.
“Sorry, Mr REAL President. Over to you Sean,” says Kayleigh blowing a kiss to Trump.
The TV screen switches to a Sean Hannity who watches in amazement as Joe Biden carries a heavy Proud Boy over his shoulders off the burning Greyhound bus to be tended to by the First Lady Dr. Jill Biden.
Sean says bitterly to the camera, “Welp, there goes Trumptopia, folks!”
Trump glumly turns off the TV and starts to pack his remaining shit.
Trump’s Black body man Robert pokes his head in the bedroom door and says, “Sir, the Secret Service, insists you vacate immediately. You get dressed and leave that packing to me.”
Trump falls to his knees and prays,”Where’d I go wrong with your people, Robert?”
Robert ponders and finally finds the words, “I had to pick the moment it was, you know, after Charlottesville. When you said there were very fine people on both sides?”
Trump nods slowly. Falling tears streak his orange makeup. Trump finds a half eaten burger on the floor and attempts to eat away his sorrow.
Trump’s ongoing refusal to accept his loss of the 2020 elections is what it looks like to fail at failure.
Let’s face it. Good sportsmanship is not a Trumpain skill set. Not surprising because Trump loses at far more things than he ever succeeds at. Take for example Trump’s two failed marriages, not counting his phony marriage to Melania, not one but two failed Atlantic City casinos, a failed airline, a failed university, a failed steak biz, a failed liquor biz, failures in leadership on education and the environment that hurt us all, a failed second term bid where 80 million Americans said, “You’re fired!”, a failing hair dye nightmare contesting of the election by the break-out star of the second BORAT film, Rudy Giuliani, and more and more failures.
Ah, but the #1 failure, the one that will define Trump’s failed place in history, while he spends his days golfing and tweeting about election fraud, is his failure, past, present and future, up to January 20, 2021, to protect America from an invisible enemy called the Corona Virus. Tragically, by Christmas the CDC is projecting 321,000 Americans dead of the virus, far exceeding the entire American death toll of World War 2. All because Trump miserably failed and continues to fail to lead on simple masking and simple social distancing and encouraged his followers to engage in the failed experiment of herd immunity, preferring the politics of division and hate.
Now, you might expect with Trump’s history of failure, in such a grand a repeating pattern, that the golfing pouter in chief, enabled by the unrecognizable, once respected GOP, that he might begin seeing a massive drop in popularity. And you’d unfortunately be wrong because Trump and the GOP are clinging to 70 million some voters for Trump with a stolen election fantasy, custom tailored to continue to brainwash his loyal base. And so on and on the world’s worst sport ever tweets from his golden toilet or his overpriced golf courses, “Rigged Election!”, all to the deadly detriment of a badly divided nation.
Sadly, I’ve learned the hard way from trying to help some of my New Age friends — duped into loving and supporting this scoundrel and his mutated and malignant GOP, that New Agers fed an endless stream of lies about the election being stolen by honest voters wanting a end to hate soaked politics — are going to have an especially hard time breaking free of Trump. You see, New Agers are so anti-vax and anti-mask that they are sadly continuing to submerge their natural disdain for kids in cages, racist sexist policies, the destruction of our EPA standards, love for our fellow man and much awfully more. It’s tearing my oblivious Trump loving friends apart and it’s hard to watch. Still I hang in there hoping something unforeseen might rescue my friends in the New Age bubble from the evils of Trumpsim.
AMERICA’S NEXT COACH WARMS UP
Joe Biden is like a NFL coach who is replacing a loser coach Trump, fired halfway through the season because his leaderless coaching style has cost his team every game. And yet this loser coach has somehow convinced some his failed team they were cheated by the refs and that they are, trapped in his alternate reality, undefeated!
As for how I’ve dodged all the Red Pill (Q indoctrination) efforts, well, I have a father to thank who loved to lie. And his compulsive need his fabricate reality like Trump does created in me for discernment as a means to survival, giving me inner alarm bells around liars. If you’re a fan of mine who trusts in my objectivity, please believe me when I say real success is based on truth. No matter how much the truth hurts. And it produces a far more lasting bliss than fantasy, one that will endure the test of time.
And so I invite you, dear friends and readers who still love Trump, when you are hopefully one day ready, to leave Trump’s “alternate facts” Twilight Zone universe that you in future confine fictional bliss for fictional entertainment, be it gaming, music, TV, movies and book enjoyment.
Lies have no positive place in the real world.
What Trump will never learn, but hopefully we can through his fantasy mirror example that is South Dakota Souix like in the tribe member called a Heyoka, a shaman who does all backwards to teach, is that we all grow from learning from our failures in accepting reality as it truly is. For only through the acceptance of reality and failure can we created the world as we really want it to be for us and our children and our children’s children.
Allow Trump’s failure at at gracefully accepting the 2020 elections be your guide up and out of the Trump/GOP/Q rabbit hole.
I’ll wrap this Trump meditation up by inviting you to join me in reading and watching less about Trump’s spectacular inability to be a good sport and to focus more on Joe and his plans for his taking over the team we call America. I am excited most, so far, about his choice of John Kerry as special envoy to deal with getting control of the all too real existential threat of climate change.