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XMAS SHORE LEAVE – AN ORIGINAL STAR TREK FAN TRIBUTE

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A non-commercial Star Trek fan fiction tribute, complete with tribute commercial breaks. Written with my deep respect for Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry, Lucille Ball, and the original series cast and crew.

TITLE SHOT

XMAS SHORE LEAVE

ACT 1

FADE IN:

EXT. SPACE — THE U.S.S. ENTERPRISE

The Enterprise glides through a shimmering blue-white nebula, her hull catching the soft, prismatic light of 3i/Atlas, sparkling like a giant ornament suspended in space.

KIRK (V.O.) — CAPTAIN’S LOG

Captain’s log, Stardate 1709.3. After a recent transporter malfunction gave me the worst case of split personality any captain could hope to survive… the Enterprise is en route to Earth. Lieutenant Uhura has arranged an unprecedented gathering—families of the crew assembled for a Christmas celebration at Earth’s North Pole.
(beat)
Starfleet calls it morale. I call it… overdue.

INT. ENTERPRISE — KIRK’S QUARTERS

KIRK stands at his desk, turning an old handmade Earth ornament in his fingers.

WHOOSH.
The door opens.

SPOCK enters, rigid, troubled.

SPOCK
Captain. I must formally object to attending this sentimental holiday gathering of an outdated ritual.

KIRK
Good morning to you too, Mister Spock.

SPOCK
I insist on remaining aboard the Enterprise with a skeleton crew while you and the others visit your families for the Xmas party.

Kirk turns, studying him.

KIRK
Spock… you’re six months into a five-year mission. And, well—you’re um—

WHOOSH.

MCCOY enters mid-sentence.

MCCOY
—I believe the phrase you’re lookin’ for, Jim, is “socially awkward.”

Spock stiffens.

SPOCK
Doctor, I fail to see the need to mock my distaste for human’s dependence on familial love.

MCCOY
—You never do.

KIRK
Bones.

MCCOY
What? The man treats Christmas like a communicable disease.

SPOCK
That is inaccurate. I merely find the holiday… inefficient.

KIRK
Inefficient?

SPOCK
An elderly human distributing gifts via non-logical means. A pine tree indoors. And a birth celebration shared by unrelated mythological figures. What does a baby Jesus and a white bearded man in a sleigh have in common?

McCoy points at Spock with his thumb as he gripes to Kirk.

MCCOY
See? Already missing the point.

Kirk steps closer, gentler.

KIRK
Spock… this isn’t about Santa or theology. It’s about people remembering who they are when they’re not wearing uniforms.

Spock considers.

SPOCK
Vulcans do not celebrate—

MCCOY
—Joy. We know.

A beat.

KIRK
Lieutenant Uhura has arranged a cultural research exhibit.

Spock’s eyebrow lifts.

SPOCK
Define “research exhibit.”

KIRK
(smiling)
A Santa Claus android.

Silence.

SPOCK
…I will require direct observation.

MCCOY
Hook, line, and mistletoe.

KIRK
Pack a parka, gentlemen.

EXT. EARTH — NORTH POLE — DAY

Brightly decorated to respect all faiths we see a Federation installation, half research station, half winter festival. Snow drifts gently. Laughter fills the air.

MONTAGE — “HAPPY HOLIDAYS AMONG THE STARS”

  • UHURA ice skates through the gathering, greeting families of many religions in many languages.
  • SULU skates badly with cousins, laughing harder than anyone.
  • SCOTTY introduces his mother to the transporter room with visible terror.
  • CHEKOV, no family, sadly watches other crew and families reunite… until MCCOY’S SOUTHERN FAMILY sweeps him in.

MCCOY’S MOTHER
You eat. You’re too thin.

CHEKOV
…Da?

McCoy watches, softened.

INT. NORTH POLE FESTIVAL — KIRK FAMILY QUARTERS

A modest but warm space. A small tree. Old Earth photographs. Snow taps softly at the window.

GEORGE KIRK (early 60s, steady, thoughtful) pours coffee.
WINONA KIRK (warm, perceptive) adjusts decorations.
GEORGE SAMUEL KIRK JR. (late 30s, grounded, wry) looks up as the door opens.

KIRK enters with SPOCK.

For a half-beat, Kirk isn’t a captain — he’s a son.

KIRK
Mom. Dad.
This is Commander Spock… my First Officer.

Spock inclines his head.

SPOCK
It is a pleasure to meet you.

George Jr. steps forward first, offering a hand.

GEORGE SAMUEL KIRK JR.
Jim’s said a lot about you.
(pauses, smiles)
Most of it flattering. That’s how I know it must be true.

Spock blinks, surprised, then accepts the handshake.

SPOCK
Your assessment is… appreciated.

Winona studies Spock with gentle curiosity.

WINONA KIRK
You’re welcome here, Commander.
Anyone who keeps my son alive out there…
(smiles)
…is already family.

Spock stiffens slightly at the word family.

George Kirk watches Jim — proud, quietly.

GEORGE KIRK
James always had trouble slowing down.
I imagine you help with that.

SPOCK
I attempt to mitigate unnecessary risk.

Kirk grins.

KIRK
He means he saves my life on a regular basis.

A small, uncomfortable beat.

Winona pours tea for Spock, hands it to him.

WINONA KIRK
And your family, Commander?
Your mother… is she not joining us today?

The room stills.

Spock straightens, defensive without raising his voice.

SPOCK
My mother resides on Vulcan.
Her presence here would be… impractical.

Kirk senses it immediately.

KIRK
Mom—

Winona gently raises a hand, unoffended.

WINONA KIRK
I didn’t mean to pry.

Spock exhales — barely.

SPOCK
She is human.
(pauses)
Her absence is… logical.

George Jr. clocks the tension.

GEORGE SAMUEL KIRK JR.
Well, then it’s good you’re here.

Spock looks at him.

GEORGE SAMUEL KIRK JR. (cont.)
Nobody should have to explain where they come from…
just to belong.

Spock considers this — longer than usual.

SPOCK
…That is a generous interpretation.

Winona smiles softly.

WINONA KIRK
Christmas tends to bring those out.

She gestures to the tree.

WINONA KIRK (cont.)
Sit. All of you.
Before the universe needs saving again.

They sit.

For a moment, no ranks. No missions.

Just people.

Kirk catches Spock’s eye — grateful.

Spock gives the smallest nod.

INT. FESTIVAL HALL — SANTA ANDROID DISPLAY

The SANTA ANDROID distributes gifts with flawless precision.

A despondent Spock circles it as Kirk looks on.

SANTA ANDROID

Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas, Officer Spock.

SPOCK
Curious. How do you know my name?

SANTA ANDROID

I know when you’ve sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I certainly your name as well as everyone else in the Federation. Merry Christmas, Captain Kirk.

KIRK
Ho, ho, ho back at you.

SPOCK
I find it deeply disturbing that an Android knows the names of every Federation citizen and their behavior, both good and bad. What if this artificial Santa fell into enemy hands?

SANTA ANDROID

In such a case I am programmed to self destruct!

SPOCK
Insufficient.

As if on cue a red alert sounds.

RED ALERT

KLINGON TRANSPORT SIGNATURES FLASH.

KLINGON WARRIORS materialize. Panic.

A KLINGON COMMANDER grabs KIRK’S MOTHER, disruptor raised.

KLINGON COMMANDER
James Kirk. Turn over your Santa — disarmed… or your Earth rituals end here.

Kirk freezes.

Spock steps forward.

SPOCK
Emotion now would be… inefficient.

MCCOY
For once, I agree.

Kirk meets his mother’s eyes. She nods.

KIRK
You picked the wrong planet… and the wrong holiday.

FADE OUT.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

CHEVROLET — 1967

Black and white. A Chevy pulls into a snowy driveway.

ANNOUNCER:
This Christmas, give your family confidence.
Power you can trust. Comfort you can feel.
Chevrolet. Putting you on the road… to a brighter tomorrow.

ACT II

INT. FESTIVAL HALL — CONTINUOUS

Klingons hold civilians at disruptor-point.

SPOCK steps forward.

SPOCK
Your actions violate Klingon Honor Code, Section Twelve.

KLINGON COMMANDER
There is no honor in human weakness.

A frightened CHILD drops a snowball.

Kirk scoops one up—THUMP—into a Klingon’s chest.

MCCOY
Jim… please tell me you have a plan.

A snowball flies back.

Suddenly—
A SNOWBALL FIGHT ERUPTS.

Laughter. Shock.

A snowball hits Spock.

He looks at it… then throws one back. Perfect.

The room ROARS.

The Commander raises his blade.

KLINGON COMMANDER
Enough!

Silence.

KIRK
I give you a choice.

SPOCK
Klingon tradition permits contests of skill in place of bloodshed.

KIRK
A race. Rocket sleds. To the true North Pole.
No weapons. No hostages.

KLINGON COMMANDER
And the prize?

KIRK
You win—you get what you came for.
We win—you leave Earth. Forever.

A beat.

KLINGON COMMANDER
Prepare your sleds.

FADE TO BLACK

COMMERCIAL BREAK

PEPSI — “COME ALIVE!”

Fast cuts. Laughter. Bottles popping.

ANNOUNCER:
This holiday season… come alive with Pepsi.

ACT III

EXT. ARCTIC EXPANSE — DAY

Two ROCKET SLEDS idle at the start line.

MCCOY (O.S.)
If you die on Christmas, I am never forgiving you!

KIRK
Fair.

KLINGON COMMANDER
Begin!

The sleds LAUNCH.

THE RACE

The Klingon sled surges ahead, engines screaming.

SPOCK
Their engines are operating beyond safe parameters.

KIRK
They like to win loud.

A massive ICE RIDGE looms ahead.

The Klingons veer around it the long way.

Spock studies the ice… then Kirk.

SPOCK
The challenge prohibits weapons against opponents.
It does not prohibit… terrain modification.

Kirk grins.

KIRK
How fast can you make a door?

Spock raises his PHASER.

SPOCK
Approximately three seconds.

A precise PHASER BEAM carves a glowing TUNNEL THROUGH THE ICEBERG.

Steam. Blue light.

Kirk steers straight in.

INT. ICE TUNNEL — CONTINUOUS

The sled rockets through shimmering ice walls.

KIRK
Remind me never to play chess with you again.

SPOCK
Noted.

They burst out the far side—

EXT. TRUE NORTH POLE — MOMENTS LATER

Kirk stops at precise coordinates.

Spock steps off, plants a FEDERATION MARKER.

SPOCK
Position confirmed. True geomagnetic North.

The Klingons arrive moments later, stunned.

KLINGON COMMANDER
You cheated.

SPOCK
Negative. We innovated.

Kirk steps forward.

KIRK
You challenged us to reach the Pole.
We did.
First.

The Commander exhales.

KLINGON COMMANDER
…Victory without combat.

(beat)

KLINGON COMMANDER
You understand honor… dangerously well.

The Klingons TRANSPORT OUT.

EXT. NORTH POLE — LATER

The party resumes.

Chekov eats with McCoy’s family.

Spock studies the Santa android again.

SPOCK
Generosity appears to strengthen group cohesion.

KIRK
That’s the secret.

The android hands Spock a gift.

A ROCKET SLED ORNAMENT.

Spock pockets it.

MCCOY
I told you. Contagious.

BUTTON

INT. ENTERPRISE — BRIDGE

Stars stretch.

KIRK (V.O.) — CAPTAIN’S LOG
Stardate 1709.9. Christmas reminded us that strength is not what we take… but what we protect.

Kirk notices the ornament hanging discreetly near Spock’s console.

KIRK
Mister Spock… how was your first Christmas?

Spock considers.

SPOCK
Illogical.
(beat)
But… satisfactory.

MCCOY
Great. Next year he’ll be caroling.

Kirk leans back, smiling.

KIRK
Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

FADE OUT.

END

FINAL CARD

With Deep Gratitude

This tribute honors Lucille Ball, whose courage and vision helped bring Star Trek to life—
a future where racism, sexism, and greed no longer define humanity,
and where cooperation, curiosity, and compassion lead the way.

Live long and prosper in whatever way you celebrate the holidays.

Learn more about Ken’s 3i/Atlas slate at Overactive Imagination Pictures.

The Fever Breaks: How a Meditation Became the Greatest Trump Satire on Earth 1

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In 2020, during the lonely, chaotic depths of Covid, so many friends lost to the psyop that is still running on social media, Elizabeth I did what I we always do when the world goes sideways — we meditated.

Here on DreamShieldPlanetaryMeditations.com, I was deep into my Meditations on Trump series, trying to decode the karmic madness of America’s orange wrecking ball. Then something cracked open.

A vision. A fever dream. A feral alternate reality where satire, sci-fi, and spiritual justice collided in glorious chaos.

Too vivid to ignore. Too funny. Too true.

For two years, I tried to contain it here — until it outgrew the meditation rug. On May 21, 2022, on the amazing new site built by Elizabeth, we launched TrumpsFeverDream.com, and the beast took flight.

What started as a metaphysical impulse became a 19-chapter, two-year creative odyssey. And in 2023, when I began writing the fictional premise that Trump would cheat and win the 2024 election, I thought I was being wildly imaginative.

Then Trump pulled off wins in seven swing states in real life.

And I looked at Elizabeth and said, “Holy shit. A hack, like I predicted? ” As usual she got me grounded with some yoga. Afterward, like a man possessed, I kept writing and writing and writing. Hoping against hope that my prediction Biden would — as I wrote fictionally, lock Trump up and pass the baton to Kamala — come true.

All this tuning into a Trump of another universe, though fictional, an orange dude far too much like our own, a fiendish cad who became overconfident and rejected Musk — his fatal mistake in our tale — was taking a toll on my beautiful relationship Elizabeth and our film and tech businesses. I pleaded for the time. And lucky for fans, she agreed on one condition. She would narrate the story to share the fever dream with me even it made also her a target for potential haters. Her bravery and love inspired me in ways I can’t describe. And we both hope there’s enough of a sense of humor and wonder out there for this story to find a publisher, maybe for a TV series, but even if it’s just been the blog we’re happy and proud of our work together.

As she narrated every chapter I cranked out, on grueling schedule of one new chapter per week, launching J6 until June 14th King’s Day, Elizabeth kept pushing me to channel my fury into purpose. Together we co-created an end to the Trump fever dream, at least at least in this fictional alternate reality. And on we pushed as fascism, tariff wars, ICE raids and threats WW3 rose and fell on waves of palpable fear, on we shaped the Mar-a-Lago Prison arc, set between the hacked election and the 2025 inauguration.

And what a final act it became.

The story introduces Trump’s caretakers in Mar-a-Lago Prison, where the stress being Biden’s captive has caused a rapid onset of dementia. Robert Tulsa, Trump’s Black bodyman with secrets and a quiet dignity. He turns over the evidence that solves Trump’s murder. Then there’s Special Agent Rogers, stoic, injured, loyal to the Constitution, and maybe just a bit heartbroken underneath it all. Last, Maria the Mexican maid/spy destined to save America…but not herself.

Let’s not forget our alternate universe Ron DeSantis, driven to madness by not being chosen as VP in Trump’s humiliating reality TV-style “Veep-a-Thon.” His bitterness festers into a sinister plot to become VP and invoke the 25th Amendment — not out of duty, but revenge for Trump humiliating him on reality TV. This Ron becomes Shakespearean in the worst Florida-man way.

And through all of it:
An alternate reality Kamala Harris rises.

Not a cameo. Not a meme. But a president — calm, fierce, centered, powerful. The Kamala I wrote and Elizabeth voices is the kind of leader we wanted to believe in. And we’re damn proud of how good and strong a president she became in this universe.

Then there’s Arnold Schwarzenegger, who in this world is a man’s man we can still root for. He’s integrity with abs. And me, well, minus the abs. He’s flawed, stubborn, super annoying at times, but tries to do the right thing — a not-so-subtle stand-in for yours truly. Masculinity with heart. Strength in service of good.

This wasn’t just parody. This was exorcism.
A soul-level purge of a shared American nightmare. And proof of the power meditation to create amazing stories.

And yes — I did the unthinkable. I ended both Trump’s and Biden’s stories.

Universe 48B25 — stands for.

  • 48, for Trump declared the 48th president-elect not the 47th as in our reality.
  • B, for Biden’s final grace in stepping aside for Kamala as he should have in our own realioty.
  • 25, for the year the fever finally breaks.

In this dreamed of reality, the left and right finally reunite.
Not in unity, but in shared grief.
Fascism falls. Truth rises. And maybe… humanity finds its footing again.

It’s the wildest, weirdest, most audacious Trump satire on Earth — bigger than Colbert, Meyers, Kimmel, and Fallon by the power of ten. “Not kidding around here” to quote Biden.
Because TFD doesn’t just mock — it heals. And the popularity of SOUTH PARK shows there is willing and ready audience.

Godless Christianity

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There’s a new brand of so-called Christianity in America, one that bears no resemblance to the teachings of Christ. It thrives on cruelty, power, and greed—wrapped in the language of faith but devoid of its core: love. I call it Godless Christianity.

Elon Musk, Donald Trump, and their enablers have weaponized religion, twisting it into a blunt instrument for their culture war. They exploit Christianity not as a faith of compassion but as a tool for division and control. The result?

  • Mothers are dying because GOP lawmakers, emboldened by Trump’s anti-choice crusade, have stripped women of proper abortion and natal care.
  • 70 million people are going hungry because Musk-Trump-style governance prioritizes tax cuts for billionaires over U.S. foreign aid.
  • The elderly and disabled are at risk as Medicaid and Social Security—lifelines for millions—are gutted under GOP economic policies.
  • Allies are pushed away while authoritarians are embraced, shattering the global stability that true Christian ideals of peace and cooperation would seek to uphold.
  • Truth itself is under attack as lies become political strategy, propaganda replaces journalism, and our institutions cower in the face of rising fascism.

This is not Christianity. This is power-hungry nationalism draped in a cheap, tattered religious cloak.

A Christianity Without Christ

Even if you’re not religious, you might have grown up, like me, admiring the radical kindness at the heart of Christ’s teachings. Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Love thy neighbor. Welcome the stranger. But Musk, Trump, and their movement have discarded these values in favor of a new golden calf: unchecked wealth and cruelty-as-strength.

How did we get here?

Christianity was hijacked. When Trump’s MAGA preachers declared him “God’s chosen one,” they didn’t mean he embodied Christ’s love and humility. They meant he embodied raw, unapologetic power—a false idol in an Armani suit. And Elon Musk, who openly mocks the idea of compassion, has built a techno-libertarian dystopia where empathy is a weakness, and the only virtue is self-interest.

The Nazi Playbook—Revived

This is not a new trick. Hitler also hid behind the cross. He weaponized Christianity to justify atrocities, declaring himself the defender of “true” German faith while turning it into a tool of state power. His version of religion wasn’t about love or moral integrity—it was a smokescreen for hate, violence, and absolute control.

And Musk? Look at the receipts. He gave a Sieg Heil salute at Trump’s inauguration. That wasn’t an accident. That was a signal. A nod to a playbook we’ve seen before—one where religion is stripped of its morality and transformed into a political cudgel for fascism.

But this strategy can only work if we let it.

Stop Bending the Knee to Fascism

We’ve seen too many institutions—the GOP, the media, and major corporations—cave to the rise of fascism in America. They bend the knee for profit, out of fear, or in some misguided belief that they can “ride the storm out.”

  • The GOP has surrendered to authoritarianism, swapping policy for personality cultism.
  • The media amplifies fascist propaganda, treating it as just another “perspective” rather than exposing it as the existential threat it is.
  • Corporations fund the very people dismantling democracy, selling out their own future for short-term gain.

This is cowardice. It is complicity. And it must stop.

Returning to True God-Based Ideals

Whether we follow Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, or simply a moral code rooted in human decency, we have to reclaim the true values of faith.

  • Love over hate. Not the false “love” that hides behind political dog whistles, but the love that actually cares for people’s lives.
  • Compassion over cruelty. If a policy causes suffering, it’s not of God, no matter what a corrupt politician says.
  • Generosity over greed. The billionaires hoarding wealth and cutting aid are the Pharisees of our time. Call them out.
  • Humility over arrogance. No leader is above morality. No political movement is beyond question.
  • Truth over lies. A lie repeated a thousand times is still a lie. Stop letting fascists define reality.
  • Boycott all religious leaders putting politics on the pulpit.

America needs a spiritual renaissance, but not one built on fear and exclusion. It needs a return to the core ethical principles that unite people of all faiths (and even the faithless) in a shared commitment to justice, kindness, and truth.

If we let Musk and Trump redefine what it means to be Christian, then Christianity itself dies—replaced by something hollow, something heartless, something Godless.

And that, my friends, is a reality worth fighting against.

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Reality Check: The Mental Collapse of Trump’s Biggest Fans

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Reality is breaking MAGA. You can see it in the wild-eyed desperation of New Age Trump-Musk disciples, clinging to conspiracy theories like life rafts in a storm of their own making because they hate vaccines. Forget the democracy debate for a second—two parties pretending to hate each other while serving the same oligarchs was never real democracy anyway. But what we did have was a stable illusion, a functioning fantasy where elections were at least entertaining and life didn’t change much regardless of who won.

Then Trump came along. The first lifelong criminal to take the Oval Office. A man whose entire existence has been a pyramid scheme, a fraud, a grift. And Musk? A billionaire leech who saw an opening to feed off the chaos and took it. Together, they’ve broken something fundamental in people—the ability to see reality without flinching.

And now, the coping mechanisms are getting insane.

On SMM Elizabeth my wife Elizabeth — who runs our website CoolestTechEver.com that caters to the New Age community we met while filming Dr. Patrick Flanagan — has been seeing New Age individual s who used to preach enlightenment—cracking under the weight of their own bad choices. Instead of admitting they fell for the Russian Trump scam, they’re spinning wild tales about spirit guides getting hijacked and “faker” entities leading them astray. Because, of course, it couldn’t be that they themselves made a terrible choice. No, it has to be dark forces at work! Interdimensional trickery! The spiritual equivalent of “the dog ate my homework.”

Meanwhile, Musk plays both sides like a casino dealer. One hand, he’s pretending to be the tech visionary free speech warrior. The other, he’s cozying up to dictators, silencing dissent, and building a playground for neo-fascists. And somehow, somehow, the same people who once claimed to “question authority” and “see through illusions” are now eating up his every lie.

And Trump? Bottomless corruption. Let’s just list the latest hits:

  • Abandoning Ally Ukraine
  • Stealing GAZA frpm Palestinians for Trump resorts
  • Threatening to invade Canada (Canada? Really? What, did Trudeau hurt his feelings?)
  • Claiming he’ll pull the U.S. out of the EU (which we were never a member of, but hey, details are for losers)
  • Promoting his own meme coin
  • Collecting bribes via lawsuits
  • Offering the Ultimate Grift: the $5 Million Gold Card

Ah yes, the Gold Card, Trump’s latest scam—a glorified frequent felon membership that gets you absolutely nothing except bragging rights in a dying cult. Five million dollars to pretend you’re in the inner circle of a man who wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you if you were on fire.

It’s all one giant, soul-sucking con, and the mental toll is real. People who voted for this madness, who bought into the Musk-Trump mythology, are now losing their damn minds trying to justify it. The truth is too much: that they voted for genocide in Gaza so Musk’s cronies can turn it into a hotel strip. That they voted for rapists to have more rights than their victims. That they backed a mob boss who sees them as nothing more than marks.

But here’s the thing about living in denial: it’s exhausting. The lies compound. The mental contortions twist tighter. And at some point, reality comes crashing down.

And that’s where hope still exists.

If you voted for Trump, you can still take the off-ramp. Do it now. Admit you were hearing what you wanted to hear, that you wanted to believe in the tough-guy act, the outsider narrative, the “America First” lie. Admit you’ve been a fool—but that you’ve seen the error of your ways.

You’ll be amazed at how welcome you’ll be back on the side of sanity.

And if we unite? If enough of us wake up and stand together?

We can stop Trump. But it will take more than votes. It will take the biggest protests and acts of civil disobedience this country has ever seen. The kind of resistance that shakes the ground beneath the feet of tyrants.

Because if we don’t, the collapse we’re witnessing will only get worse. And no amount of meditations or positive thinking is going to save us. We all make mistakes. If Trump was yours get over it and get over it. You made a mistake. I regret falling for Reagan’s lies almost daily. We all make mistake. Right now we need to get over Trump and unite to fight a literal Musk led Nazi coup! Get off your phone or PC and march… while you still can.

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Why DEI Creates a More Competent Workforce Than Entitled Whites

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This week after a fatal crash of a military Blackhawk and a passenger jet newly #47 Donald Trump blamed, with zero evidence, D.E.I. hiring practices as the cause of the deaths over the Potomac. Statements he echoed in his outlandish claims that D.E.I. hires responsible for the many lives and homes lost in the LA fires.

Trump racism is deep and troubling. Acting president Musk, famed now not for his wealth but his arrogance in making an unmistakable Nazi salute and his mouthpiece Trump are seeking to replace America highly competent D.E.I government workforce with white loyalists. And it’s already costing lives.

The concept of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) in hiring is often painted by its critics as a threat to workplace competence, suggesting that companies prioritize diversity over qualifications. This narrative is not only false—it’s dangerous. It stems from a defense mechanism within white privilege, which assumes entitlement to positions of power as a birthright. But let’s bust this myth and explore why DEI, far from promoting incompetence, actually makes organizations more effective and resilient.

1. The Myth of “Merit” and White Privilege

White privilege often hides behind the myth of meritocracy—the belief that success is based purely on individual talent, effort, and achievement. The problem with this myth is that it ignores the fact that many opportunities have been historically reserved for white men, often passed down through familial and social networks. When someone is handed a position without truly earning it, it breeds complacency, laziness, and the assumption that they don’t have to work as hard as others.

Take RFK Jr.’s recent blunder as an example. His privileged upbringing and the connections that elevated him to positions of influence meant he didn’t feel the need to vet or thoroughly analyze his recommendations. This lack of diligence cost him credibility. White privilege, when unexamined, can lead to a toxic complacency where individuals assume success is their right, not something they have to work to maintain.

2. DEI Demands More From Candidates

DEI hiring practices don’t lower the bar—they raise it. Why? Because under DEI frameworks, hiring managers must look beyond surface-level qualifications and privilege-based recommendations. They evaluate candidates holistically, focusing on proven skills, adaptability, and experiences that many entitled hires lack.

Historically marginalized candidates often have to work twice as hard to reach the same level of success as their privileged counterparts. This “double effort” means that many DEI hires bring a unique level of determination, innovation, and resilience to the table. In contrast, someone who has coasted on privilege may lack these qualities because they’ve never been tested or challenged.

Consider this: An immigrant who worked their way through college while holding down two jobs brings real-world problem-solving skills to any workplace. A Black woman who’s navigated systemic racism to rise through corporate ranks likely possesses leadership and negotiation skills that can’t be taught in an MBA program. These aren’t tokens of diversity—they’re marks of excellence.

3. Diverse Teams = Better Decision-Making and Innovation

Research consistently shows that diverse teams outperform homogeneous ones in innovation, creativity, and overall performance. A 2018 Boston Consulting Group study found that companies with diverse leadership teams generate 19% higher revenue from innovation compared to those without diversity. Why? Because different perspectives lead to better solutions.

When a team consists only of people with similar backgrounds and experiences, they’re prone to groupthink—a phenomenon where everyone agrees too quickly and critical analysis is overlooked. RFK Jr.’s mistake in promoting poorly vetted ideas could be attributed to surrounding himself with like-minded individuals who didn’t challenge him. In contrast, diverse teams encourage debate, creative tension, and the consideration of multiple viewpoints, which leads to better outcomes.

4. DEI Prevents the Entitlement Trap

Entitled white hires often get trapped in the false belief that they don’t need to grow or improve. After all, if they’ve been handed success so far, why would they suddenly need to work harder? But DEI hires are often battle-tested. They’ve overcome obstacles, adapted to changing environments, and developed emotional intelligence—skills that are critical in today’s rapidly evolving work landscape.

The entitlement trap is particularly dangerous in leadership roles. Leaders who haven’t had to earn their positions through competence and hard work often make decisions based on arrogance or outdated assumptions. This is how companies fail. But leaders from DEI backgrounds tend to be more empathetic, better listeners, and more adept at navigating complex situations.

5. The “DEI Means Lower Standards” Lie Is a Smokescreen

Let’s be honest: The idea that DEI hires are less competent is a lie perpetuated by those who fear losing their unearned advantage. It’s a defense mechanism—a way for those who’ve coasted on privilege to justify their own mediocrity. When companies prioritize DEI, they’re not lowering standards—they’re recognizing that the old “standards” were often exclusionary and designed to favor a narrow group of people.

This is why DEI is so threatening to the privileged. It exposes the fact that many “merit-based” hires weren’t based on merit at all—they were based on privilege, nepotism, and bias. DEI challenges this by forcing companies to take a hard look at what competence really means.

6. Competence Is About Adaptability, Not Entitlement

In today’s world, competence isn’t just about technical skills or a degree from a prestigious university. It’s about adaptability, emotional intelligence, cultural awareness, and the ability to work in diverse teams. DEI hires excel in these areas because they’ve had to navigate obstacles that entitled hires haven’t.

White privilege, on the other hand, can create a false sense of security. When you’re used to being handed things, you’re less likely to develop the grit and adaptability needed to succeed in a competitive environment. This is why companies that rely too heavily on privilege-based hiring often stagnate, while those that embrace DEI thrive.

Conclusion: DEI Is Not About Charity—It’s About Excellence

DEI hiring isn’t about giving people a handout; it’s about recognizing excellence in all its forms. It’s about acknowledging that competence isn’t confined to one race, gender, or socioeconomic background. The idea that DEI hires are incompetent is a lie rooted in fear—fear that the world is changing and that privilege is no longer enough.

And you know what? That fear is justified. The world is changing, and those who rely on entitlement instead of effort will be left behind. DEI isn’t just the right thing to do—it’s the smart thing to do. The future belongs to those who earn it, not those who are handed it.

One last thing. Writing this story helped me realize Trump propensity to lie arise directly from his need to cover for the fact he is white privileged nepo baby. And his ego can’t handle the truth he is an aged incompetent racist misogynist.

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One Week After the End of America

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The farcical title of this blog might sound alarmist, but let’s be real—Trump’s latest political stunt is an apocalypse of his own making, not ours. “The End of America” isn’t happening because Trump is back in the spotlight with his fantasy of a gilded, authoritarian empire. It’s happening in the minds of those who fell for his hollow promises and unrelenting lies. And let’s not kid ourselves: this isn’t about a man returning to power. It’s about fear, division, and a desperate attempt to rewrite the rules of democracy.

But here’s the catch: it’s only half the country.

The other half of America? Still standing. Still fighting. Still anchored in truth, empathy, and hope. And let me tell you, hope is a stubborn thing. It doesn’t crumble as easily as a Twitter lie or dissolve under the weight of fake promises. Hope is the quiet force that builds, even when chaos is at its loudest.

What Trump 2.0 Actually Represents

If Trump’s second act has taught us anything in this first week of his so-called “return,” it’s that he’s not leading a movement. He’s clinging to an illusion. His lies about election fraud, immigrants, and “woke mobs” are the desperate moves of a man terrified of irrelevance. Sure, the MAGA crowd is cheering, but deep down, they’re being cheated, too. He’s playing their fears like a fiddle, and the orchestra? Russian bots and media outlets hungry for clicks.

But here’s what Trump 2.0 doesn’t want you to see: his power is a fragile, rickety house of cards. And our collective action, our resilience, is the gust of wind that can bring it all down.

Hope Lives in the Resistance

One week in, and already the cracks are showing. Protests are swelling. Journalists are digging deeper. Leaders from across the aisle—yes, even Republicans with spines!—are starting to speak up. The courts, despite their flaws, are standing firm against some of his wildest schemes. And the people? Oh, we’re wide awake now. We’re not falling for the “Make America Great Again” con job a second time.

In fact, hope shines brightest in the little acts of defiance that happen every day:

  • Teachers refusing to whitewash history.
  • Journalists exposing his corruption with receipts.
  • Voters organizing in record numbers, gearing up for every election like it’s the Super Bowl of democracy.
  • Families coming together to have uncomfortable but necessary conversations at dinner tables.

Hope Is a Choice

It’s easy to feel defeated right now. I won’t sugarcoat it—Trump 2.0 is exhausting. He’s like a bad sequel no one asked for, dragging us back into the drama when all we want is to move on. But here’s the thing about hope: it’s not passive. It’s active. It’s a choice we make every day, to believe in the possibility of something better.

Hope doesn’t mean sticking our heads in the sand or ignoring the challenges ahead. It means recognizing our power to change the narrative. It means fighting for truth, lifting each other up, and building bridges where Trump is burning them.

What Comes Next

One week in, and we’ve already seen that Trump’s America is not inevitable. The other half of the country is alive, kicking, and determined to rebuild. Our democracy is wounded, sure, but it’s far from dead. We’ve weathered storms before—some far darker than this—and we’ve come out stronger. And there are some things to be optimistic about as to how they will erode his slim base.

  1. Egg prices are going up under his dumb as dirt tariffs.
  2. Latinos for Trump are seeing he’s an ingrate.
  3. He’s already golfed 27 of his time in office.

So let’s not call Trump’s win by the GOP throwing out 7 million votes “The End of America.” Let’s call it what it really is: the beginning of a new fight. A fight for truth. A fight for justice. A fight for the soul of this nation, where we finally decide, once and for all, that no man, no lie, and no empire of deceit is greater than the collective power of people who refuse to give up.

Hope isn’t just alive—it’s thriving. And as long as we keep choosing it, no amount of Trumpism can ever truly win.

America isn’t ending. It’s just beginning to wake up and the brave acting Republicans are in fact frightened little boys.

We’ve created two places to keep you in the good fight.

TrumpsFeverDream.com – a political sci-fi satire where the Biden of another universe locks up Trump.

PoliticalCoolDown.com – home to a dozen meditations to cool you down and give you cosmic perspective.

Let’s Not Make America 1984 Again

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Like many of we independent voters seeking to straddle both sides of the political fence to promote unity and harmony during a dangerous point in history, where the Doomsday Clock has seldom been closer to midnight, I have worries when it comes to President Trump. And the biggest worry I have, with the favorite son of Brooklyn, is his disrespect for the fabric of reality. Namely, the truth.

The events of the past week of the 24/7 Rudy/Trump truth tap dance unreality show helped me see clearly that truth has become public enemy #1 for the Trump team.

Now, we all know politicians in general have a low regard for telling it like it is. But Donald Trump, from day one with his yuge “largest inauguration crowd in history” lie, is breaking all records for lying; telling a whopping 2,140 fact-checked lies in his first year in office according to the Washington Post.

Now, Trump will happily tell you from the rose garden, or via 4 AM tweets, that the Post is lying about Trump’s lying. #WITCHHUNT! He bemoans to his followers it’s is all a #SAD DARK STATE plot by Jeff Bezous, the founder of Amazon, who recently bought the paper that broke Watergate, and seeks to now break Trumpgate.

The term for all is nonsense is “gas lighting”, defined as making someone think they are crazy for not believing your lies, like in this classic gas lighting scene starring Joey Bishop.

Seem familiar when you look at Trump’s enablers Kelly Ann Conway, Rudy Giuliani and Sarah Huckabee with their daily Silly Putty manipulation of reality?

Most politicians lie when there’s some measure of credibility that gives them a chance to get away with it. Trump is different. He lies right to your face, behaving like the king of what is in fact reality. Heaven forbid anyone disagrees with Trump’s lies or he’ll seek to humiliate you on Twitter even if you’re a war hero or Parkland survivor.

Trump is not your typical political liar.  He’s a man in a comb over as fake as he is on a power trip akin to what author George Orwell foresaw in his novel “1984”, written way back in 1949.

I could go on about “1984” parallels in Trump gas lit reality. However, in researching my own meditations on Trump I found this cool article written two days ago by the BBC, one of the go-to media sources in to escape our polarized American media.

Thank you BBC for saving me the brain damage. You see, I am battling an addiction to Trump news. One brought on by 24/7 seesaw game Trump uses to make the media his pawn and gas lighting the hell out of us.

Great Vox video here about which ends with Trump gas lighting a reporter.

1984 is not the kind of book that has a happy ending. It ends with an interrogation where the hero, after torture, is told to see 5 fingers when only 4 are help up.

My fellow Americans, right and left, wake up. Trump is no bumbling liar as the liberal comedians and reporters portray him or a man fighting the deep state as the conservative media portrays him to be, lulling you into a sense of false superiority and security.

In closing, I won’t leave you in fear. That’s the media’s job, right or left. Rather I leave you with the assurance that despite how bad things look right now, the truth is a real thing. And truth always wins out in the end. I’d just like to wake few people up to reduce the pain of having to live through making America 1984 again.

Don’t be a truth ostrich, liberal or conservative, and stick your head in the sand. Don’t be like a lover who wants a cheating mate to tell them sweet little lies like the Fleetwood Mac masterpiece.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcjpags7JT8

Even though the great Fleetwood Mac singer Stevie Nicks wants sweet little lies, the paradox is they how sick she knows it all is in the amazing lyrics.

LITTLE LIES
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies

{​Bridge}​

[Verse 3: Christine McVie]
If I could turn the page
In time then I’d rearrange
Just a day or two
(Close my, close my, close my eyes)
But I couldn’t find a way
So I’ll settle for one day
To believe in you
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)

[Chorus: Christine McVie]
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me lies)

Many Americans, Evangelicals in particular, are in this gas lit trap of sweet little lies, hoping their deal with the Trumpster will get them what they want. And to some degree they are… for now. Trump has been fastidious in seeking to keep all his campaign promises. But his masterful magic is those promises of a ideas being good for us were lies to begin with. Yikes.

Watch the truth about Trump, but don’t overdose on the news, right or left. News shows might be out to depress you for the sake of pharmaceutical sponsors out to sell antidepressants. Don’t let Trump news absorb you, as it did for me for so long, and is still doing to some degree as I fight to free my consciousness before your very eyes.

Truth is. we’ve seen enough of Trump’s ways to be wise without further infecting our minds and souls to make our judgement to reject him as worthy leader. Save the anger for the voting booth.  Avoid the trolls. Avoid over posting hate for Trump on your pages. Have faith and support the people fighting for the truth and be patient.

Bide your moment, and when it comes time to vote, vote the truth back into the oval office, Congress, the Senate and local offices. I say local because make no mistake about it, the Koch brothers and others, right and left alike, are working their agenda all the way down to your local dog keeper’s level.

Truth is the oxygen of freedom.

 

Hawking:What’s South of the South Pole

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As someone who has been to Antarctica I can attest to the feeling you’ve reached the end of our reality at the bottom of the world.  There’s nothing south of the south pole. Time feels suspended.  It made this the ideal place to meditate in 2012 for desperately needed shifts in human consciousness for The Coolest Meditation Ever.

Enjoy this new video of Hawking describing what existed before the Big Bang and the role of the south in better understanding.

We’ll miss you Stephen.  You’ve been an inspiration to us all on multidimensional levels.

 

Humanity Seeks to Free Itself From a Conspiracy of Greed

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I look back on the last clear mission before my ET Ohom spirit guide lost signal for months, to attend the Trump inauguration. The mission for my love Elizabeth and I was to simply hold a space of love in the crowd of his mostly white backers.

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I still have no idea why the ET Ohom chose me for this work. You see, I’ve disliked Trump since the 80s for his cheater ways of getting ahead.

Any who, here’s my attempt to integrate a message Ohom gave me today, where my flu delirium helped me reach him across the stars.  I share it to you as poem.  Excuse me if its not my usual positive thing but it’s my way of taking Ohom’s advice to embrace the…

CHAOS

The first inauguration I ever attended

Was over for me before it ended.

Why my ET guide sent me and my love here

Angered me as it felt dangerous and queer.

The first thing that stuck me about the crowd

Kinda small and not that loud.

Was – How white we all look

For this election of a crook.

My love and I locked in the white crowd filled with hate

Watch helpless as white robs power from black this fateful date.

Two white people with a consciences we share a field of love

All the while looking for ships, seeking help from above.

The crowd goes insane with white pride.

And I go dark and angry inside.

My space of love implodes like a collapsing star

A black hole born within white crowd I see as though from afar.

I am a fellow white co-conspirators in the age of greed.

Ignoring the oceans and earth’s fellow creatures in need.

White privilege my lifelong invisible ally.

A white life blessed by abundance since birth.

Whites laugh as the black man hands over the power.

The sky opens in a light shower.

Tears from heaven dating back to slavery.

White power making all other races their knavery.

Atop the dais, black and white man shake hands

As the thrilled white crowd stands

With the white man who tormented the black eight years.

Along with his white peers

Without relent.

Fortunes spent.

To impede hope and change

As the black’s mission was too strange.

Obama greyed and bent

Weary of the fight as president

Takes  his seat as Melania

Helps swear in her mania.

The white crowd cheers!

As their color takes center stage

Fists clenched in white rage

The black ordeal over at last

Free at last!  Free at last!

America’ is a swamp the scoundrel says

As though swamps are not his gator ways

Already taking all the credit for the economy’s surge

He seeks black accomplishments to purge.

Destroying all Obama has done his only urge.

“And now it will be America first!”

As though it’s not already been so.

As if we whites didn’t already know.

Since the white man stole Turtle Island from its true peoples.

Sprinkling their land with our white church steeples.

Killing their buffalo of the prairies

Angering all of earth’s fairies.

I stand honest in cheering crowd and feel the blame.

I feel it now as write about my white shame

Feeling fully white little me raised by a family of bigots

Secretly rejoicing as Trump waves to we happy white idiots.

We white fools who have elected a man incapable of vision.

Who thrives on hate and racial derision.

Who prefers to eat Big Macs

Fearless of heart attacks.

Like the one that just killed my little brother

Who disrespects the mother.

Who treats women like dirt

While ingesting tic tacs to flirt.

A year has passed since his election sought to smother

The America Dream I always idolized.

The only hope I cling to now as I write persisted.

An ET message from a far off world.

“Humanity seeks to free itself

From a conspiracy of greed.

Embrace the chaos.”

And so I try and fail this gloomy November day.

These hard time are like a nail

Holding me earthbound

As the world dissolves around me.

Watching humanity’s fall.

This is what chaos looks like.

Bitterness is what chaos tastes like.

One day the white mans reign will end.

On this we can depend.

Because it cannot be sustained

The ET message of hope in me remained

“Humanity seeks to free itself

From a conspiracy of greed.

Embrace the chaos.”