The stakes have never been higher in American politics during its two-hundred-forty-four-year history. As a member of the New Age movement, one blessed to share the events stage with greats like Greg Braden, Joe Dispenza and Nassim Haramein, and who has had the honor to film conscious greats like Deepak Chopra, Don Miguel Ruiz and the incomparable Patrick Flanagan, I believe the Biden-Harris ticket best represents our spiritual community’s true core values of peace and love. Now, in this confusing time of an onslaught of lies by the Russian-backed GOP and Trump’s 80-million-fan-bully-pulpit of Twitter, if you’re still with me, I’d like to share my analysis of how I came to my endorsement of former Vice President Joe Biden and his brilliant running mate, Senator Kamala Harris.
Tooting my own horn, my qualifications of covering both politics and the New Age world are as unique as they are profound. Fans of my work know that I’ve been covering politics during election cycles since 1996, for my shows AKVUS (A Kid’s View of the US), aired as the lead in national prime time on PBS in 2000, and on YouTube for KTP (Kids Talk Politics) since 2008, to the tune of over 15 million viewers combined. Here’s a link to my IMDB credentials.
To form my opinions and keep them as balanced and up to date as possible, I watch CSPAN, FOX, BREITBART, CNN, and MSNBC and keep tabs on Twitter. I’ve subjected myself to Mikki Willis’ PLANDEMIC and found its pseudo-science predictable and dangerously misleading. About 3 months into the pandemic, I instructed my New Age friends to stop sharing anti-mask videos and sheeple memes. The science I’ve researched has closed that door. Masks greatly reduce the spread of virus. Mask wearing shows love for our fellow citizens. I also read, yes some of us still like to read, The NY Times, Breitbart (when I can stomach it), Washington Post, WSJ and Politico to be up on the facts.
Bottom line, in all of my 24 years of political coverage and a decade plus of conscious film work–work that’s taken me all the way to Antarctica to meditate for positive change in the world in 2012 (link to my meditation film on Vimeo)–I’ve never seen a fight for the light like we are in right now. The very souls and lives the American people and the New Age community in particular are on the ballot. So buckle up and read on.
Based on my analysis of a flotilla of Russian-assisted disinformation swirling like a cesspool on the web, I see these are the qualities, or rather lack of qualities, that Trump/Pence and the GOP stand for:
Restricting women’s rights
Unchecked Gun Control
A return to segregation
Strangling the right to vote for people of color
Ignoring science on everything from controlling the virus to climate change
A dangerous rush to present a vaccine before the elections without proper trials
Lack of genuine respect for veterans and the military
Disabling the US Post Office in the midst of a pandemic
Seeking foreign assistance from Russia and other countries
Unbridled greed in an unbridled kleptocracy
Police brutality to people of color
Blackmailing domestic and foreign leaders with taxpayer money
Lying to the American people about anything unfavorable to their cause
Subjecting the people to extremist conspiracy theories
Repeated violations of the Hatch Act and many other lies
Reverting to the Salem Witch Trial ethics by demonizing the opposition as child eaters, Satanic worshipers, and pedophiles
Embracing the radical right, Russian-propagated QAnon movement as a legitimate arm of the GOP
Using over 150 million dollars in taxpayer money to pay for golf trips for Trump
De-funding of Social Security and Medicare
Free reign for social media to gather dissenters calling for violence in a Civil War
Coddling murdering dictators
Destruction of the NATO alliance that has preserved the peace since WW2
Seven convicted felons on his campaign team
Selected a cabinet that’s all about destroying their own departments
Care only for the economic optics of the DOW and NASDAQ and not real people’s economic pain
Selects unqualified judges who are racist
Angry, arrogant tone in general, that seeks to create stress, chaos and confusion for our citizens every day
Allowing Russian brainwashing and troll farms to be unleashed on the American people
Again, disrespect for our military and vets
Illegal actions and mafia mob boss-like behavior
Total lack of respect for norm and laws
Elimination of pre-existing medical conditions protections
Contempt for the Democratic Congress and the Americans of any state where the electoral college votes went Democratic
Using the DOJ and other key offices for political purposes
Prejudice against LGBTQ
Childishly dividing our country into blue and red states
Taking no responsibility for any actions or lack thereof
Playing the blame game instead of taking productive actoins
All of this in the middle of an out of control pandemic and much more known and, worse, unknown terrible corruption
Based on the much more hopeful and together tone of the Biden campaign and the DEMs, playing it clean but with the gloves finally off, Biden/Harris stand for:
Striving for equality for all races, creeds, women and LGBTQ
Seeking strength in diversity
A deep desire to reunite our divided people to stave off civil war and cvil disobedience
High ethical standards
Green job growth
Love, kindness and compassion for all Americans, red or blue
Favoritism based only merit and serving the American people
Restoration of checks and balances
Honoring of our vets and military
Demilitarizing our police and rooting out racists
A halt to foreign interference in our elections from national to local
A national plan to get the corona virus under control with as low a death toll as possible
A proven track record in Joe for rescuing the economy in crisis
All inclusive tone of joy
Respect for science
Respect for the handicapped
Respect for the constitution
Respect for the rule of law
Respect for NATO and the United Nations
Respect for telling the truth even when it hurts
Restoration of voting rights
Support for big AND small business
Protection of Social Security and Medicare
Restoration of our Post Office
Will select an all-star cabinet of ethical people dedicated to supporting the departments
Greater health insurance for more Americans
Across the isle cooperation getting enlightened legislation passed
Zero tolerance for Russian brainwashing and trolling the American people on social media
Joe is an amazing connector
Joe is loved and respected by our allies and will quickly heal the wounds Trump has caused
Kamala is a former attorney general and will get busy prosecuting and cleaning up the corruption of the Trump administration and family.
And much more wonderful stuff that gives them the right to claim the powers of the light as they are doing in their campaigning.
After reading my candidate overview of the deep contrast of evil versus good each represents, you might think that the choice of Biden over Trump is a simple one for a spirit community founded on the healing arts and driven by philosophies of love and light. But sadly you’d be just as wrong to think evangelicals should not be getting ready to, once again, vote for a man who cheated on his then pregnant wife Melania with porn stars and then bribed them to be silent.
But before you come down too hard on New Agers, or any Trump supporter for that matter, please watch THE GREAT HACK on Netflix. It will open your eyes to how our New Age community’s open-minded flock, who look like a lot like the “persuadables” in the film, were easily brainwashed to act against their own best interests. Kind of like the brainwashed Trumpist who proudly posted pictures after he slashed his own Goodyear tires when Trump demanded a boycott of Goodyear after they banned MAGA hats.
In the intentionally-insulated-from-mainstream-media-New Age community our brain hack, done by trusted friends via Facebook, is exemplified by so many ignoring Trump’s world-destroying positions on climate change, racism, misogyny and mishandling the Corona virus for various un-grounded and unfounded reasons.
It makes it easier to have sympathy for New Agers for Trump, just as do my wife and biz partner Elizabeth, a 17-year veteran, when one realizes that the conscious community adores the same magical thinking Trump is ‘bigly’ into. As well, our community is bright and knows we’ve been, and are still, lied to repeatedly by our government and mainstream media. This constant web of lies has made these healers, many of them escapees from conventional Christianity but who nonetheless, still cling to its core values on abortion, especially vulnerable to QAnon’s pack of lies.
Bottom line, neither I, nor my love Elizabeth, will ever give up on the New Age community and we hope you won’t either. It’s a community that, once it heals and reforms–and it will when Trump is stopped–has lots more to offer to the world in the fields of alternative medicine, Reiki healing, meditation, sound healing, metaphysics, and more. Our empathy and sympathy for our lost, cyber-attacked brothers and sisters has its foundation in Elizabeth’s military training and experience, with years of that as a Russian linguist in special operations thwarting foreign attacks on our country. But never had we the handicap of a leader like Trump working with the Russians. The current propaganda attacks were designed to confuse, divide and conquer our people and nation, targeting the open-minded conscious community on Facebook in particular.
QAnon is escalating it’s hatred and seeking to foment a race war. Our community must turn away from that or it may not survive the Trump presidency. We are a bright bunch and without us a civil war cannot succeed. Wake up. Reach out and share this message with all you love.
In closing, my opinions on Trump as the worst president ever for America date all the way back in 1987. In those heady, egoistic days, I was building a skyscraper and Oprah’s Harpo Studios in Chicago. And I first began observing Trump as a distant competitor who had not yet invaded the Chicago real estate market. I can easily recall how horrified I was by his unethical real estate practices penned in his book THE ART OF THE DEAL.
Now, after decades of Trump observation I am sounding the warning that the freedoms we love in the New Age community — everything from channeling spirits, to Reiki healing to tarot card to talking to crystals, respect for power of women and the goddess, respect for all races, creeds and more — will all perish in a Trump second term.
Some basics. Please check if you are registered to vote. And only vote once, despite Trump’s insane play to destroy the election’s credibility. Vote either by mail or in person, and, as always, please show love for your fellow Americans by wearing a mask and distancing when you vote, hopefully for Joe and the first African-American woman ever to be nominated for Vice president, Senator Kamala Harris.
Now, enjoy some peaceful meditation music. For I believe meditation has been a big part of how my wife and I keep free from of the Russian/Trump Psyop. See your mind protected, free and soaring above all the politics, waiting to swoop in ready to hopefully vote Biden when time is at last here.
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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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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.
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.
Let’s take a break in my blog series Trump’s Fever Dream to take a big picture look at America’s shared fever dream. I will endeavor to show we have fallen into four repeating news cycle of madness, all in the name of ratings. Left and/or right, the politicians and media are feeding on our collective fear. And the best remedy for fear is light. So lights, camera, action.
This next phase of the #coronavirus crisis, which we officially entered yesterday May 1st, is going be even trickier to navigate because it’s easy to see the political parties and media seek to polarize the people further into red versus blue camps of the masks versus no masks, distancing versus no distancing. Scary. And, baby that sells soap.
Life under poor leadership from both the left and right, prompted by outright manipulation by the oligarchs who run both the left and right, has left the American people abandoned and totally on our own to navigate our lives going into the reopening of our highly divided country.
What a nightmare near zero leadership has turned out to be for us all. Makes me wonder if we are being softened up to want some big daddy dictator or Big Brother government state to rescue us? The shady immoral characters who run this world do think that way. No wonder so many people are taken in by conspiracy theories.
For me life, going forward in the next trickier phase of this waking nightmare is an unhappy but easy call. You see, I want to be out enjoying a more normal life but, silly me, I had a heart failure in 2018. So I’ll be wearing a mask and social distancing as best I can. The root of the problem is that we have no testing.
BTW, no testing is no accident. That cruelty is terribly infuriating as it allows us no real planning. Just what the fear mongers want. Winning an ideological war has been shown to be more important for politicians than taking care of our citizenry.
I am a centrist. And so apologize in advance to readers both left and right if we are not on the same page in this ball of confusion. If I know you, I must decline a hug, I must not share a candy pretzel, I cannot listen to how great Trump really is or how awful. If you miss seeing my face under a mask, sorry. These strange times will end. It’s play it by ear, or by heart as Elizabeth likes to say.
Meantime, it’s far more important than raging about partisan politics that we seek with all our willpower and heart not do permanent damage to our own sense of well being and those of our loved ones by letting the pattern of the warring consciousnesses of the left and right get the better of our understandably short tempers. And I am talking to me here as much as you, dear reader. I am going on a greatly reduced news diet for at least a week now.
Last night after a rough day dealing with a social media client that’s 1000% pro-Trump, after a sound healing by my love who has been working to get me centered and a bedtime meditation last night, I saw a pattern to this insanity we are going through as a country and planet.
NEWS CYCLES OF LEADING TO TODAY’S MADNESS
News Cycle One, The 2016 Elections: 24 hours a day, people on the left and right are told by the polarized media that the “Pussy grabbing” Trump will lose the 2016 elections. This enrages the right and makes the left confident that Hilary will win. Then Trump wins and now it’s the left’s turn to be enraged and depressed as the right delights and gloats. Greater left/ right division results.
News Cycle Two, The Mueller Investigation: 24 hours a day, people on the left and right are told by the polarized media that Trump stands accused of collusion with Russia. This enrages the right and makes the left hopeful Trump will be impeached. Rage on the right deepens as many of Trump’s men are convicted of said collusion. It looks very bad for Trump. Then, when the Mueller report is at last done, $40 million and countless media battles later, William Barr takes over the DOJ and he concludes the Mueller Report totally exonerates Trump. Now it’s the left’s turn to be enraged and depressed as the right delights and gloats. Greater left/ right division results.
News Cycle Three: Unkraine Quid Pro Quo: 24 hours a day, people on the left and right are told by the polarized media that Trump asked for a quid pro quo for Ukraine to dig up dirt on Joe Biden and his son Hunter. Trump is placed on trial by the left wing Congress for impeachment. This enrages the right and makes the left hopeful Trump will be impeached. Rage on the right deepens as Congress formally impeaches Trump . Then, when the case moves to the right wing Senate the right majority exonerates Trump. Now it’s the left’s turn to be enraged and depressed as the right delights and gloats. Greater left/ right division results.
Note: I am skipping an unfit Kavenaugh is jammed into the Supreme Court by the right from this game as Trump was not in jeopardy of losing his office. But it was the same “pit the left peeps against the right crazy making” by our left and right media owned by the same oligarchs. Think of it as a little appetizer before the next course of crazy making anger swamp we are now neck deep into.
News Cycle Four, The 2020 elections in the middle of the Coronavirus pandemic. January to March, the media of the left point out all of Trump’s shortcomings in handling the coronavirus from big to small. And there genuinely are many. Trump is goaded into doing daily damage control press briefings that eventually lead to Trump’s now famous injecting disinfectant into the body fiasco. The toll of Trump’s fall in the polls enrages the right and causes the left to gain hope that Trump will lose to the Dems propped up candidate Joe Biden in November. And while we the people live an OCD Howard Hughes-like reality to save ourselves from the virus, while we lose our minds, the shit show the is our media goes on. Again, I think the left is being led on for big disappointment in November as overconfidence leads to defeat again. Hope I am wrong but look at the pattern I’ve reveled to you today and you might agree.
I for one want off the the merry go round of media frenzy. So you’ll be seeing a lot less political posting from me on my FB and Twitter apges. I am more interested in building my CoolestTechEver.com business and making my movies. Wake me up when it’s time to vote. I’ve never liked Trump since my days in the 80s as a fellow real estate wannabe big shot and I never will. To me, no filters needed, he’s a bad prez. So why watch the news? Answer: It a sick addiction. We’ve been sucked into four giant cycles of lies and hate. Well, fool me 4 times and I am finally awake and done.
I will continue my therapy project of the TRUMP FEVER DREAM series where I try to process all the rage and frustration that I got sucked into despite all my meditation training and work. But I will be writing with a new inner awareness of the big picture I am seeing and I hope the story will expose the ultimate puppet masters. Wish me luck on my centrist tightrope walk and stay well in the insanity.
Meantime, meditate, do yoga, stay in place of love. And be smart. This virus will be with us all of 2020. Avoid the fantasy it’s over. Stay safe, use a mask, wash your hands and lovingly distance. And focus on positive news like the amazing work of John Krasinski and his beautiful SGN weekly show.
Over my 24 years as a filmmaker and screenwriter writer of modest notoriety — see the About Me and My Films to learn more me and my stuff of dreams — I have come to see there are basically two kinds of storytellers; those who plan it all out with detailed outlines and notes cards and those, like me, who write organically, allowing the story to evolve and grow as we write. Who can say which one is better?
All I know is I love being an organic storyteller, especially in the case of Trump, because it allows me to channel the weird news of the day into story. Like Trump’s suggesting ingesting bleach as a Covid treatment this week.
And Sean Spicer on Dancing with the Stars?
We now join….
CHAPTER 4 – DANCING WITH SPICER & SCHWARZENEGGER
Meanwhile, one timeline away… Trump has caught Covid-19 and is trapped in a series of ever more delirious fever dreams, just as we all are on this timeline.
Trump’s Black body man, Robert Tulsa, runs back into the Presidential bedroom where President Trump has collapsed of Covid. He stops dead in his tracks shocked to see Trump strangling on a bed sheet twisted around his neck.
Robert hesitates rescuing the choking Trump. “Lord Jesus guide me on what to do,” prays Robert.
We enter his right eye, travel down Trump’s optic nerve, and enter his Adderall befuddled mind…
Trump’s twisted view of the deranged Hilary Clinton, strangling him in the White Hospital, in the Covid devastated future of 2022, where the death count has reached 3 million lost Americans, fades into the darkness of death.
Off in the distance, a small yellow speck sparkles in the distance.
Trump looks down at himself, happy to see he’s out of his paper hospital gown of his last fever dream and spiffed up in his favorite blue power suit, complete with his clownishly long red tie. He surprised to see he’s wearing shinny red vinyl dancing shoes that match his hilarious orange afro.
The bouncing yellow speck grows in size to form a Marimba dancer, complete with Carmen Miranda’s famed fruit hat. The dancer rockets up to Trump, who is stunned to see the dancer is none other than Sean Spicer… in Marimba drag!
Sean sweeps Trump into a passionate dance. Trump laughs and says, “Learned a few things on Dancing With the Stars, Spicey, I see.”
“Touche!” shouts Spicer, spinning Trump like a rolly-polly punching doll.
“Enough!” growls Trump. A crowd of thousands of red hatted MAGA rally goers cheer wildly. Trump does a bow and the crowd goes absolutely ape shit. Spicer gracefully takes Trump back into the dance.
“Welcome back, sir. Oh, look who we have for dance judges!” sings Sean.
Trump notices the dance judges are none other than the nine members of the Supreme Court. Bret Kavenugh sneaks a swig of beer and flashes Trump a thumbs up. While Ruth Bader Ginsberg blows a raspberry.
Trump grouses, “Fuck this. I will not dance for the likes of Ruth Libtard Ginsberg.”
Trump struggles free himself of the dancing Spicer, but the smaller man is supernaturally strong.
“Let’s Marimba!” sings Sean. He yanks Trump by his long red tie down to his eye level and whisper sings in Trump’s ear, “You don’t understand, sir. Sing and dance or the judges will give you a death sentence.”
“Death sentence?!” says Trump.
“Afraid a lot has changed since you vanished two years ago, sir. Dance like your life depends on it. Because it does!”
Across the shinny black stage for the Fox & Friends team provide color commentary as the crowd of Trump fans continue to adore their returned king.
“Good evening, America! 5,000 plus Trump fans are here tonight at the Miami’s Hard Rock Sports Stadium to welcome back the great President Donald Trump!” says Doocy with a big silly grin to the Fox cameras.
The cheering crowd waves Trump 2024 flags and shout “Welcome back, President Trump!”
“Lots of GOP VIPs here tonight too,” adds Kilmead. The cameras point to Senator Ted Cruz, Governor Christi Noem, and the usual GQP suspects.
“Oh my God, Trump is an amazing dancer and his new hair style is revolutionary.” says Ainsley giggling about Trump’s orange afro.
“Any minute now we expect President Schwarzenegger to arrive. But here comes Vice President Chris Christie. A word Chris?” says Ducey.
“Sure,” says Chris as he signs an autograph from a sweet old woman with a MAGA hat. “What’s your name, hon?”
“Mindy!” chirps the sweet old lady. Veep Christie signs with a flourish, collects a smooch and turns to Doocy.
“How does President Schwarzenegger feel about the mysterious return of President Trump?” says Doocy.
“Well, after President Trump was declared dead after he vanished two years ago, a lot of Trump’s unfinished work has fallen on Arnold’s big shoulders,” says Vice President Christie.
“Ha ha. Not an answer, Chris.” teases Kilmead.
“With three million dead of Covid, rumors of a new DeSantis variant that’s attacking the white community, now might be a good time for you to drop the smart-ass routine, Kill-mead.”
“Any truth to rumors of a new zombie variant?” says Ainsley batting her eyes flirtatiously.
“Zombie variant? Q shit?” chides a concerned Vice President Christie.
“Hmm. No comment,” demurs Ainsley.
“I’ll close by saying, President Schwarzenegger and I are in total agreement that my old pal Trump has a lot to answer for when it comes to the three million and counting death toll and dangerous new variant that ravaged America until President Schwazenegger stepped in,” says Vice President Christie.
“Are you saying, Mr Vice President, that President Schwazenegger is going to ask the DOJ investigate Trump’s handling of the pandemic?” asks Doocy, hoping for a scoop.
Without answering, Christie slowly turns away from the Fox & Friends trio and strides, whistling, for the VIP box. Mitch McConnell beckons to the VP to a saved seat between himself and a selfie taking Tucker Carlson.
“Swell. I’m stuck between the Russian turtle and and Tucker the fucker,” mutters VP Christie to himself.
Trump yelps as Sean yanks his red tie so hard that he sends Trump spinning like pinball into a giant pinball machine set. Trump — a red, white and blue blur — hits a bumper that lights up:
IMPEACHMENT FARCE – Ding, Ding, Ding!
Trump flies, screaming towards more bumpers that light up in rapid succession as he rolls into and off them.
3 MILLION DEAD OF COVID! – Bong!
WORST PRESIDENT EVER – Bing, Bing, Bong, Bong!
CHEATS ON PREGNANT WIFE WITH A PORN STAR – Dong, Ding!
TAX CHEAT – Wha-Err-Err!
BRIBE-O-RAMA – Cha-ching! Cha-chong!
RELIGIOUS FAKE – Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
BLEACH DRINKER – BOOM! BAM!- GAME OVER!
Bursting from a cloud of smoke, Trump tumbles down the giant pinball machine set and falls on his orange face to the black shinny stage floor. Trump struggles to his two left feet. All to the wild applause of red capped MAGA rally goers.
In the stands, Governor Noem says softly, “His fans still love him.”
“Schwartzengger’s in deep trouble if Trump seeks to be reinstalled.” chuckles Mitch.
Trump sees himself dancing with Sean on the Jumbotron screen, “How the fuck did I end up with a damn orange, afro?” says Trump as he tries to pull off the wig. “Damn it! This clown wig is stuck!”
“Oh, don’t worry, sir. Your new fro is gorgeous,” sings Sean.
A pipsqueak of a zombie usher, with the name tag Jerry, emerges at the top of the stands. Jerry the zombie usher hungrily eyes a burly Hell’s Angels biker and leaps upon his back. Jerry chomps the biker’s tattooed shoulder. The biker yelps and instantly transforms to a fellow zombie. Biker and usher go to bloody work making more zombies.
Clueless to the instant zombie apocalypse racing through the five thousand strong crowd. Trump bows and gloats, “Yeah! I still got it, Spicey!” shouts Trump, beaming a million watt smile in the spotlight to his Trumpies… who are rapidly turning into a zombie horde.
“Look at me! Look at me tap, tap, tap. The best tapper ever. The most super epic tap dancer who ever tapped a tune!” signs the off-key and bad dancer Trump.
In the stands, Sweet old lady Mindy is bitten and transform in the blink of a bloodshot eye into a flesh eating zombie. She hungrily eyes Vice President Chris Christie as he flees the VIP zombies. “Stay aways from me, Tucker. Stay away.!” shouts the terrified Christie. The old lady leaps forty feet into the air and chomps into the screaming Veep’s fat leg.
The applauding crowd of now 90% freshly minted zombie Trumpies still have the love of Trump in their eyes.
“We love Trump! We love Trump!” says the zombie horde as one.
Sean panics and yanks Trump back into the Marimba and whisper sings, “The judges hate your tap dancing!”
“Well, I didn’t pick Brett and Neil for their good taste.”
“But the crowd… something seems terribly wrong.” .
“You worry to much, Spicer. Remember how you gave yourself an goddamn ulcer when I told you, ‘Tell the presser that my inauguration crowd was the largest ever?'” laughs Trump.
Trump and Spicey quick-turn away from the crowd an instant before a wave of biting and grotesque zombie transformations races through the audience stands behind them.
“Oh no! Look at Moscow Mitch! He’s zombie!”
“Relax. Mitch always looks like a fucking zombie,” pants Trump.
The curtains part and none other President Arnold Schwarzenegger struts onto the stage, a bevy of beauties on each arm and says warmly, “Donald, it’s so good to see you. I can’t believe what a good tap dancer you are! I’m sorry the judges don’t like it. I thought it was awesome, man.”
“So you think president now, huh?” grouses Trump.
“Oh, Donald, you’re always so funny.
Two high-fiving Trump zombies leap iknock each others arms off.
“But you weren’t born in America. How can you be president?” demands the clueless Trump.
“Because the people needed me, Donald. They needed me after your terrible presidency.”
“Well, I’m back now. Doesn’t that mean I’m president?” angles Trump.
“I’m afraid not, Donald.”
“I’m going to into the audience now, with your wonderful followers. Oh, wait… they’re all zombies.” says Arnold in shock.
Zombie Representative Jim Jordan dives for Arnold. But Arnold swings a folding chair an knocks zombie Jordan’s ugly head off and says, “Wrestle that!”
“You killed my Congressional hatchet man, you mother fucker!”
President Schwarzenegger watches in shock as his bevy of beauties are devoured by Trump zombies and says softly, “We are in great danger. Very quietly we speak.”
“What?” shouts the hard of hearing Trump.
“Quiet, you fool! They’ll hear you!”
“MAGA, MAGA, MAGA, “says a badly decaying Trump Zombie, who looks like she may have once might been South Dakota Governor Kristi Noem.
“Whoa! That you, Kristi?” asks Trump.
“Donald, no!” shouts Arnold, spinning Trump to face him as the zombie Trumpers grow hungrier and more restless.
“Relax, Terminator. These are my fans. Nothing to worry about!” chides Trump. Her biker chic biker’s outfit dripping blood, Noem stalks Trump.
“Donald, Duck!” says Arnold pulling a .357 Magnum.
“Hey! I’m no cartoon –“
“Duck you fool !” shouts Arnold shoving Trump to the floor. Bang! Governor Noem’s head explodes.
Arnold gloats, “Consider this a recall!”
“Swell. There goes my shot at Mt. Rushmore.”
“Oh, you’re going to take the place of Lincoln, huh?” quips Arnold.
“Go to hell! She was a Republican!”
Arnold picks off a zombie that’s come too close. BANG!
“Republican? Donald, they’re a bunch of flesh eating zombies! Your Goddamn handling of the virus caused a mutation!”
“It is what it is,” says Trump with a shrug. “I’m still taking you court where Neil and Brett owed me!”
“Look at the Supreme Court. They’re insane! They got this hive mind! And they’re going to blow us up if we’re not careful!” shouts President Schwarzenegger, taking aim.
As if on cue, laser beams shoot from Gorsuch’s eyes. But the shot at Arnold misses and instead slices Brett Kavenaugh in two. Kavenaugh says, “Ha! Ha! Split decision.” Kavenaugh’s cut in two body comes apart with a sickening slurp.
“Fuck! There goes the conservative majority,” bitches Trump.
“Mr. President, so yummy, yummy,” says a sweet looking female zombie.
“So tasty. Like a big blo0d orange,” says a male zombie in a fuck Hillary T-shirt.
“Oh-oh. Your Trumpies are looking at you like you’re a goddamn Happy meal!” warns Arnold.
“You’re just jealous because my fans love me. They love me!”
“Look, they think you’re delicious!” shouts President Schwarzenegger. BANG!
“Trump can I have a selfie?” says a Proud Boy zombie.
“Sure,” says Trump.
“Are you insane? Run, you goddamn fool!” BANG! Arnold blows the zombie Proud Boy away and yanks Trump into a run.
A zombie that looks like he used to be either Ted Cruz or the Wolverine steps slowly for Trump, “Hamburders. So good. He’s full of hamburders.” Cruz roars as he dives for Trump.
BANG! Arnold blows Cruz’s head off.
“Have a nice cruise.”
“Why you gotta do that?” grouses Trump.
“Make a wisecrack every time you shoot somebody?” pouts Trump.
“It’s my trademark. Get over it Donald!” shouts Arnold.
Arnold’s good shooting frees Ruth Bader Ginsberg from the Supreme Court hive mind. Gorsuch fires another laser blast at Ruth. BANG! Arnold blows Thomas’ head off.
“Guess he’ll never be head of the supreme court.”
“Thanks, you big hunk of hero!” says Ruth blowing a kiss to Aronold as she exits the giant sound stage. But Trump and Arnold are blocked by the hundreds of angry zombie Trumpies.
“Dear God I smell something awful. Wait… Have you pooped your pants, Donald?”
“Stop ordering me around, Schwarzenegger! I’m the real fucking president!” barks Trump just as zombie Mitch McConnell dives, green teeth bared, for Trump’s neck.
“Oh, it’s you, Donald. I must tell you the greatest regret I have of my career is that I was not able to defeat Obamacare for you,” sobs McConnell as he dives for Trump. Blood splatters Donald.
“Now ya did it!” shouts Trump.
“Putin’s gonna be pissed you killed Moscow Mitch!”
“Shut up and move, you out of shape hamburger brain! Now! Now! Now!” shouts President Schwarzenegger, shoving Trump into a maze set of mirrored walls, the Trump zombie horde hot on their heels.
“I had way, way better ratings on The Apprentice than you did, Arnold!” gripes Trump.
“Fuck you, Donald. Go right!” says President Schwarzenegger. But Trump comes to a stubborn stop. ” Go right,I said! You love right don’t you?”
The mindless Trump zombies are lost in the maze, buying the duo a bit of time .
Trump pants and says badly out of breath, “Wow. I’d be more scared if these zombies were black.”
“The Trump variant of the virus only makes White people into zombies, Donald. Thanks a lot.”
“Damn Chinese,” quips Trump.
“Pathetic! I hope some day when you have passed, Donald, hopefully of the covid you allowed to spread and mutate, that scientists crack open your thick skull and study what makes you the greatest racist in world history!” says Arnold running into the maze.
“Enough! I ain’t budging until you agree that I am the rightful president, Schwarzenegger,” pouts Trump.
“I inherited a shit-hole US of A when you abandoned ship in 2020. For two years I’ve been cleaning up your Goddamn mess and I am so done with this! So fuck you! Fuck you, Donald you’re on your own!” says Arnold running off into the maze.
Trump shouts after Arnold, “Foreigner! I was twice — Uh oh!” Trump’s tirade is cut short as the Trump zombie horde spin around the corner behind close in his heels. Trump spins and say, “My brave, Trump fans! Halt!” says Trump making a Nazi salute.
The Trump zombies all freeze in their tracks and return Trump’s Nazi salute shouting, “Heil, Trump! Heil Trump!”
High above, perched in the rafters, watching the show, the angel winged ghost of Martin Luther King passes a bag of ghostly popcorn to the ghost of LBJ and says sadly, “All I can say, Lyndon, is I’m glad Trump’s not one of my flock”
LBJ says, “Well, the orange clown sure as hell ain’t one of my flock either, Martin.” frowning down on the Trump zombies offering Trump a Nazi salute.
The maze, seen from this ghostly high vantage point, is a horrific collection of interwoven Nazi symbols.
Meanwhile, on the glossy sound stage floor in the maze below, a zombie, who was once Tucker Carlson, steps from the zombie horde,” Mr. President…” groans zombie Tucker.
“That you, Tucker? Wow. Good to see you, man,” says Trump happily.
Zombie Tucker nods and says sheepishly, “Ah, I’m sorry, sir.”
“Sorry for what, Tuck?”
“Well… You look great.”
“Thanks, Tuck. You… not so great.” says Trump sheepishly.
“I’m so hungry, sir. All the Big Macs you packed away. — Sorry, sir. I gotta eat you!” Tucker races from the crowd of Trump zombies for Trump.
“Tucker, you’re canceled.” BANG! “Come with me, Donald if you want to live!”
“Wait. Where have I heard that line?
FUCK YOU! THIS IS NOT A GOD DAMN TRIVA SHOW!”
“Hey, I’ve got Proud Boys who will beat the living shit out of you for speaking to me in such a rude -“
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I think I found a way out.”
“No. I love my fans.”
The Trump zombies all smile at Trump suddenly.
“See? My Trumpies… Wait a minute… I have a zombie army!” says Trump.
“What the hell did America ever see in you?” shouts Arnold as he dashes off again.
The red capped zombies begin to inch for Trump. “Stop!” shouts Trump again, doing his Nazi salute. But the zombies pick up speed. Not much, but they do pick up speed. Trump freezes in his tracks as the zombies claw over each other.
Suddenly, Spicer appears from nowhere to the rescue. “So grateful! You’re safe, sir! The Trump zombies listen and obey my song!” sings Spicer, thrusting his pelvis. “Halt! You fabulous bastards!”
Before Trump can say another word a badly overweight zombie leaps upon Sean Spicer. “Not the hat! Don’t touch the hat!” screams Sean. And rips him to shreds, splattering Trump is Sean’s blood. “Chris?”
“It’s always about the bridge. The bridge…” mutters zombie VP Chris Christie.
A horribly deformed Vice President Chris Christie spots Trump just as Trump spots him.
“Chris, is that you?” says Trump.
“You! You gave me Covid, you stupid bastard! Now we gotta eat your delicious ass! Dinner’s served, gang!” says zombie Chris Christie as he dives for Trump… and Trump somehow easily dodges Christie.
Trump easily keeps dodging as he taunts, “Slowpokes. Always did prefer the movies where the zombies are slow as fuck. Whoa! Gotta tweet that!” says Trump pulling out his cell phone and tweeting as he runs through the blood soaked mirror maze. “I love my twitter. Love Facebook even more. Yeah, social media. That’s where I get all my power and I got the tech nerds wrapped around my gigantic little finger.”
Christie dives for Trump and misses.
“Gettin’ tired yet Christie? You are one slow as fuck of zombie. Hahahahaha!”
Trump far behind, Arnold dashes through the maze. He stops to look at himself in the mirrored wall of the maze and says to his reflection, “For as old as fuck as I am right now, I still look better than –,” A zombie wearing a cheese hat jumps out in front of Arnold, waving an AK-47. Very slowly of course. Arnold gets the drop on him and BANG! Arnold notices the zombie he just shot is wearing a Congressional pin. “Oh, fuck. I think I just shot Ron Johnson.” Arnold yanks the machine gun from Johnson cold dead hand and says, “Oh well. No loss.”
The cocky Trump turns the corner and stops dead in his tracks facing his greatest enemy… a long… long… “RAMP. This is it. Impossible. No one could make it down. I’m finished,” croaks Trump as the slow moving zombie horde closes in on the frozen Trump. “This is it for me.”
“My brother President, I am here to save you!” shouts Arnold mass executing zombies with the AK-47 he took off Ron Johnson.
“You’re not my brother President. You’re a foreigner. You’re not president.”
“Goddamnit. Let me save you, you stupid fuck!” says Arnold as he easily runs down the ramp. “Baby steps, Donald. Try baby steps.”
Trump waddles down the ramp, slow as shit.
“Oh my God! What is it with you and ramps?” says Arnold sending dozens of zombie to their graves.
“Do not fucking rush me, Schwarzenegger. I will not end up with a hip surgery!”
“Hip surgery? You need a brain surgery!” shouts Arnold, picking off ten Congressmen zombies closing in on Trump with the AK-47. “And you’re welcome for my saving you.”
Foreigner! I’m the president!”
“Hurry! I don’t have unlimited bullets here, you know!” shouts Arnold, polishing off a baker’s dozen of Trump zombies.
Trump finally makes it to the bottom of the ramp. Trump fast walks with his arms as he slow walks with his feet.
“You’re not fooling anyone with that ‘fuck you’ walk of yours, Donald”
The equally slow moving zombie Christie reemerges from the Trump zombie horde. Trump shouts at Arnold, “Well, what are you waiting for? Shoot him!”
“I will not shoot my goddamn Vice President. You’re on your own, Donald. Again!” says Arnold running off into the maze.
“Let’s cut this fat orange fuck down to size, boys and girls. He’s had so many Fish Fillets we can all feast on one of his chubby thighs for a week!” shouts Christie. The growing zombie horde becomes more determined, as they slowly move for Trump, who is quickly running out of maze.
Trump finally gets it and runs as fast as his fat legs can carry him. Trump dodges through the mirrored maze and comes face to face with the entire Fox and Friends gang. The trio of Fox zombies have muted into an 8 foot tall three headed drooling monster.
Trump says nervously, “Hey, hey, how you three doin’? Whoa! Love that new look. It shouts GOP unity!”
The Fox and Friends giant Zombie rips the orange clown afro wig off Trump’s head, leaving Trump completely bald.
The deformed head of Doccy does all the talking,”You, fucking evil clown! You made us lie about the Covid every Goddamn day. You’ve killed us! You’ve killed the world! Get him!”
Trump pulls off his long red tie and forms a silk lasso. Trump’s red lasso swirls and snags the not so friendly Fox & Friends. Trump dashes off, amazingly light on his feet for such a fat man.
“Sir, lie to us! We love your lies,” shouts Ainsley, despite angry glares from the heads of Kilmead and Doccy.
Trump freezes in his tracks and riffs, “OK… How’s this one? The Chinese vaccines caused to mutation that made you sweethearts into a three-head giant zombie, not me!”
The tied up trio all confer with each other, speaking in some kind of weird zombie language. Ducey says, “Breaking News! “Trump and the other zombies watch Doocy with great anticipation. “Kill this lying sack of shit!”
The tied up Fox and Friends zombies, followed in slow pursuit by Christie. The zombie smash in side of mirror. Glass flies as Trump tap dances away.
Trump loses the zombies in the maze again. He comes upon President Schwarzenegger desperately pondering a series of five doors, labeled in neon with the years 2020 though 2024. “This is your show, Donald! We only have seconds to pick which door!”
Trump slowly walks up the pentagonal formation of doors, “Well, 2024 looks good because I can easily defeat you in a rigged election.”
“I already tried that door, you fool. It’s locked!” shouts Arnold as the sound of the zombies gets closer.
“Well, 2021 then. I’ll have won the election against you, even that fucker Biden.” says Trump with a smirk, opening then door. But Trump is stunned to see a angry mob of red capped insurrectionists, chasing Mike Pence as they shout, “Hang Mike Pence! Hang Mike Pence!” Trump slams the 2021 door shut and says, “What the fuck was that?”
“Oh, just some of your Proud Boys you’re so proud of!” grouses President Schwarzenegger.
Trump zombies, some of whom Trump saw at the glimpse of insurrection before they were zombie, spin around the corner.
“Time is up asshole! Pick another door!” barks Schwarzenegger as he mows down the endless supply of Trump zombies.
Trump yanks open the 2022 door and comes face to face with a fat zombie Mike Pence. “Donald?”
“Mikey? Haha. So good to see you, buddy,” says Trump hiding his terror.
“The insurrection. Why did you send the Trumpie insurrectionists to hang me on January 6th?” says Pence.
“Uh, must be some kinda antifa trick. I’d never sick my Trumpies on you, buddy. Not me. I’m from 2020! We never had the insurrection. I swear, Mike!”
Pence scowls, “Huh. Why don’t I believe you, Donald?” He unhooks his jaw and swallows Trump whole.
“Mother Mary of God? — How does he taste, though?” wonders President Schwarzenegger.
Pence burps and says somberly, “Like hamburgers. What else?”
Pence’s gaping maw transforms to Trump’s personal attendant Robert, giving Trump mouth to mouth. “Like breathing into a football!” says Robert out of breath.
The unconscious Trump is back in his White House bedroom in the good old present day April 25, 2020. Jared and Ivanka, dressed to a glittery hilt for a formal dinner, both look on nervously.
Ivanka whispers to Jared, “What in holy hell was daddy singing about? Some kind of hive mind. What was that?”
Jared whispers to the sobbing Ivanka, “Should Robert be reviving your dad?”
“So what if Robert’s black? Father is no racist!” sobs Ivanka loudly enough to interrupt Robert.
“Can you two keep it down for a minute?” says Robert, taking a breath from resuscitating Trump.
“That’s not what I meant. You’re always so critical!’ bitches Jared.
Robert stops mouth to mouthing Trump and says drolly, “Kids, do you mind putting your the universe-revolves-me -white-shit aside for 5 minutes while I –“
“Does OUR father have resuscitation order, Robert?” shouts Jared to the incredulous Robert.
Ivanka beats on Jared’s tiny chest,”JARED! Let Robert try to save Father until the paramedics get here.”
“Ah ha. I get it. Make it look like we care. But seriously, Father dies we take over the presidency ,” whispers Jared to Ivanka, who finally gets it with small nod of collusion.
“Hmm. Robert. Um, does my father have a resuscitation order?”
Robert rolls his eyes at Jared and Ivanka and goes back to saving Trump with mouth to mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5 – THE COVID KID
Return with us to the thrilling days of yesteryear in the OId West, when Trump is the sheriff of a small western town divided into Confederate and Union citizens
A big thanks once again to my amazingly talented wife Elizabeth England for playing all the female parts in this 2021 reading. No disrespect to the fallen of Covid intended. I hope you can have a good sense of humor about all this stuff. It’s the only way we can keep sane.
And thank God we’re on the timeline we are where we don’t have the three million dead kind of situation I think we would have had under Trump. I don’t know what the hell he was doing with the Covid, but it really was not working . Kudos to Joe Biden, Kamala and his team for what they’ve done to restore our lives. I’m going to be seeing my grandchildren soon and I’m really excited.
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This is a hard fictional story to write. Frankly, it makes my heart, mind and soul hurt deeply to watch President Donald Trump fail to daily take responsibility for his slow and poor response to the #coronavirus. His “briefings” have become a near total scam of free campaign media where he lies and sends his followers to their early Covid deaths.
Topping this Trump’s halted funding the World Health Organization in the middle of this pandemic to, IMHO and many others, deflect blame from his YUGE ego.
And now, without further ado I present…
CHAPTER 3 – HATE IS A VIRUS
Meanwhile… one timeline away.
Robert gazes over his surgical mask at the full moon hanging over the White Hospital, formerly the White House. His deep brown eyes, which were all smiles a few minutes ago chatting with his mysteriously returned boss, are now filled with his true feelings of contempt for Trump.
In the distance, Trump tires to bully his way past a short, overweight and disbelieving Hispanic security guard.
“I tell you I am President Trump!”
“Hola. And I am Barrack Obama.”
“You’re almost the right color,” says Trump bitterly.
“Got any ID, smartass?” says the security guard dryly.
“Why not?” says the security guard.
“Because, I ah, I got here buck naked on the back of this, uh, yuge time traveling butterfly?” says Trump, absentmindedly kicking a cigarette with his inflamed barefoot.
Trump flashes back.
“Look, whatever kinda butterfly you rode in on, Covid-Kid! With no ID I don’t let you in. This here is a hospital. We got sick dying VIPs here aplenty. And with no ID you ain’t no one!”
“Rudi Guliani in there?” says Trump trying to muscle past the smaller guard.
“Top secret,” says the security guard shoving Trump so hard that the would be king stumbles backwards.
“Nasty! You’ll be sorry you laid hands on me!” says Trump dusting himself off from imaginary fleas.
“Right. So sorry, Mister President. Now hop back on your butterfly and buzz the fuck off!”
Fifty yards of social distancing away from arguing the Trump and the stone faced security guard, Robert pulls down his surgical mask to light up a fresh stogie. Smoke glides in the moonlight and takes the shape of an old woman’s face.
“Grandma…,” whispers Robert to himself.
Robert closes his deep brown eyes and looks deep into his recent past with his inner eye. He is back in his family’s rundown DC apartment. He gazes sadly down at his dying grandmother Annie, a beautiful light skinned African American, well into in her seventies.
“Breathe deep Grandma. Relax. I got you. Please breathe,” says Robert patting Annie on her back.
“How’d I get this damn virus walled off from the world?” says Annie going into a coughing fit.
“I think the devil himself musta gave it to me. Then I gave it to you.”
“Not your fault Trump infected you, Bobby.”
“I had a test. Musta been a false negative. Trump never did standardize tests fore he vanished.” says Robert bitterly.
“Maybe all that hate he had for our people turned his fat ass to dust,” coughs Annie.
“That’s it. I’m taking you to the ER, Grandma.”
“No! I don’t wanna die in one of them zoos — cough — they call a hospital. I’ll die right here in our family home just like your father and big brother did,” says Grandma in spurts. “Now, Bobby. You’re gonna be all alone. So can you promise me one thing?”
“You mighta caught Trump’s covid but don’t catch his hate.”
“Aw, don’t ask me that, Grandma… cause I think it’s too late,” croaks Robert.
“Hate’s a virus, love.”
“I know, Grandma. I know all too damn well. But after losing Dad and –“
Grandma Annie stops breathing and goes into a violent seizure. Her tender eyes go still.
Robert’s teary vision returns to the present. He grimly watches Trump idiotically arguing with the stubborn security guard.
Trump rages,”Look you Mexcian pinjata brain, just let me take off my mask and you’ll see who the hell I am!”
“Pull down that mask, I shoot dead you on the spot,” says the security guard pulling his gun.
This only infuriates Trump more and he bellows,” A gun?! You pull a gun on the President of the United States! I’ll have your peon job! What’s your fucking name, Jose?”
“Now, you sound just like the Trump! It is you, you racist pandejo!” Jose pulls back the trigger hammer on his gun, murder in his eyes.
Robert jumps between the angry men, “Carlos, Carlos. take it easy, bro.”
“Stay out of this, Roberto!” says Carlos the security guard.
Robert amps up his charm and points at the masked Trump, “This guy Jerry here’s just my covid crazy patient. He ain’t no Trump.”
Trump keeps his big mouth shut for the first time in his life.
“He sure as fuck sounds like the US Hilter!” says the guard.
“Nah. I took old Jerry here for a walk in the Rose Garden. Idiot fell into the rose bushes. Gotta get some meds on his scratches. My fault he don’t have his ID. Can you let it slide, amigo? Let me put his fat ass back to bed. Huh?”
Trump almost breaks his silence, but being held at gunpoint he instead bites his tongue. Literally bites his tongue. Robert sees as a spot of blood appearing on Trump’s mask.
“Well? What you got to say for yourself, Jerry?” growls the Carlos the security guard.
“I, um, apologize,” says Trump in defeat, making the first apology of his long spoiled life.
“That’s more like it, pandejo.” Carlos says as he begrudgingly holsters his weapon and angrily stands aside.
Robert pats Carlos on the shoulder and says brightly, “Thanks, man. You’re the –“
“Shut the fuck up, Robert! Get me to my presidential bedroom!” demands Trump.
Robert makes a cookoo sign behind Trump’s back to Carlos and follows the fuming Trump.
Trump rips off his mask. He storms up the paneled hallway, lined with hospital beds filled with the sick and dying VIPS from religion, business and politics. We see many familiar faces. Bill gates one of them. Some are on on ventilators, some are dying for lack thereof.
Trump breezes arrogantly past it all, muttering, “All a bad dream. Can’t wait to get back to my bed and –” Trump spots sick Fox News star Sean Hannity waving him over to his hospital bed and shouts joyfully, “Sean!”
“In the flesh. What’s left of –” Sean answers with a racking cough that cuts his punchline short. Robert silently looks on, trying to manage the rage boiling up in his eyes.
“Easy, Sean. Wow, you still rate to end up here in my White House,” says Trump brightly. “Hate what that prick Schwarzenegger’s done to my place. Finally had it back in shape after that Kenyan and his little brats ran it into the — “
“Wouldn’t get down on Schwarzenegger or Obama if I were you, Donnie. The libtards are, they’re running the show now. Armold’s a traitor to the GOP. So where you been for the last two years, pal?” advises Sean.
“Nowhere,” says Trump vacantly.
“All this is just bad batch of Mickey D’s I had before bed. None of this is real,” says Trump brightly.
“Oh, buddy boy, it’s all to fucking real. Lucky thing you weren’t around the past two years to see the liberals destroy all you and I did together,” says Sean, a tear rolling down his sallow cheek.
“Three million US citizens dead and counting does mess with one’s popularity, ” sadly says Robert.
“Well, been nice, uh, catching up with you, Sean. Um, see you when I wake up,” says Trump shaking Sean’s trembling hand.
Sean jerks Trump’s hand to his lips, kisses it and says, “This is curtains for me. Not enough ventilators. Too much of the world’s factory workers got too sick too make –” Sean goes into racking dry cough, his familiar Fox face going beat red.
Trump snatches his hand free of Sean’s kiss like it might carry Covid and says, “Let’s go, Robert. My bedroom. Now!”
“Still love you, man!” coughs Sean as Trump vanishes around a corner.
Trump shimmies through a tight spot in the hallway, past familiar shocked faces of religious politicians and business leaders of both parties.
Trump spots his reflection in mirror and Trump in the mirror says, “Feeling anything in that black heart of yours yet?” Trump staggers on, not answering his conscience in the mirror and staggers up the ruined White House staircase.
More sick VIPS in hospital beds fill the former meeting area between the White House presidential quarter’s bedrooms. The noise of all the ventilators is macabre.
“You ain’t gonna like the changes Schwarzenegger made to your bedroom, sir,” warns Robert as Trump throws opens the door.
Trump’s jaw drops at the sight of six patients jammed into the old presidential layer. Trump races to a hospital bed right cradling a frail old woman, exactly where his California King used to reside and orders Robert, “Get all these sick losers out of my bedroom. I want my bedroom back exactly as it was now!”
The wasted old woman in the hospital bed slowly blinks opens her eyes. Her sagging face , filled with confusion, quickly gives way to wide eyed rage. “YOU!” rages Hillary Clinton, the old woman, as she dives onto Trump. With a super human strength Hillary tackles Trump as she digs her bony hands into his windpipe.
“Robert, help!” chokes Trump.
Robert calmly sits down in a tattered armchair and says nothing.
“Bastard black. After all I did for you –” says Trump in fits of coughs as Hillary maintains a death grip. Hilary cackles. Her superhuman strength allows her to easily continue ringing the last breath from Trump as she screams,”This is for three million of Americans you killed with your stupidity and your arrogance!”
Robert lights up, ignoring the murder of one Donald J. Trump and says sadly to the smoke cloud he puffs, “Sorry, Grandma Annie. Trump’s hate virus done got me.”
Trump’s vision of his crazed executioner, Hilary, fades to the darkness of death.
END CHAPTER 3
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Here’s a little bonus visualization for those you out there that do quantum intentional meditation.
Yeah, these are terrifying time. Accept that. Be with it. You’re here for reason. Let stress roll of you like water off a duck’s back. You’re the earth and politics just the clouds in the sky. That’s all it is.
You’ll be here long after all that’s going on is gone.
One of my goals is creating these stories is to help you realize things could be worse… one timeline away.
Welcome to TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM, my dark sci-fi parody about a dark future, perhaps coming into alternate reality due the “too painful to watch” daily show of Trump’s inability to lead during the coronavirus crisis.
When we last left a feverish President Trump it was May 2022, and he was just dumped buck naked in the thorny bushes of the Rose Garden by the giant time-traveling cosmic butterfly of truth.
TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM
CHAPTER 2 – THE WHITE HOSPITAL
Meanwhile, one timeline away …
Trump’s former African American personal attendant, Robert, dressed in a hospital gown and mask, helps a badly scratched and quite naked Trump from the rose bushes to his shaky feet. Robert says,”Whoa. Last time I saw you, I rushed out your bedroom to get the doc.”
“Yeah, I know. That just happened,” says Trump crouching behind a bush.
“No. You been gone a whole two whole years!”
“Two years!?” shouts Trump.
“And why are you naked as a Jay bird on the 4th of July?” says Robert.
Too distracted to answer, Trump notices every window in the White House is brightly lit and wonders, “Damned if I know. Took a ride on a fucking giant liberal butterfly.”
All Robert can manage to say is, “Liberal butterflies? Yep, you’re former President Trump alright.”
Trump points to the glowing presidential windows, “Why the hell are all the lights on in White House?”
“Put on this spare mask and gown on and lemme show you,” says Robert handing Trump both.
“The virus is fake news. Don’t need a mask but I will take a fucking gown!” shouts Trump, drawing attention from a masked security guard.
“Sorry. President Schwarzenegger’s executive order of May 7, 2020 makes wearing of gowns and masks law,” offers Robert grimly.
“President Schwarzenegger?!” shouts Trump.
The masked White House security, pulling out his pistol. Trump quickly struggles to gown up as he says, “Why isn’t Mike president? He die of Covid?”
“Pence ain’t dead yet… but he’s eatin’ himself there.”
“Eating?” says Trump.
“Pence took over your brand of eatin’ all American fast food. But that shit got way outta control. Last report, Pence’s gained 130 pounds since he was ousted from the presidency.”
Trump laughs wickedly and says,”Ousted how?
“Senate unanimously voted to impeach him for slipping ventilators to all his PAC backers. Mikey, never even made it to the elections. Your yes man was lost after you vanished.”
“What happened to Biden?”
“Gone with the Covid. Sweet guy. Don’t think he’d have been much of president in any case.”
“He was in the Ukrainians and China’s pocket. America’s better off Biden’s dead,” says Trump.
“They cremated old Joe. Conspiracy theories abound Joe’s still alive and hiding out in Antarctica on a UFO base,” says Robert.
“Hmm. Sounds like the Dems caught onto how much people love conspiracy theories.”
“And Bernie?” says Trump.
“Virus killed old Bernie same day as Moscow Mitch. But not before he gave his spot to Schwarzenegger. Then Arnold ran for reelection and won biggly, as you used to like to say, sir,” says Robert.
“Who’d Schwarzenegger run against ?” says Trump in angry wonder.
“Jared. Epic landslide.”
“Surprise!” says Trump dryly. “So who’s the Veep?”
“Your old pal Chris Christie”
“What a fuck fest. But Arnold isn’t American born. How’d he get around that?” says Trump.
“The GOP Senate, they changed them laws– ” says Robert, trying not to show his happiness.
The gowned and masked Trump stomps for the White House, “Enough. I am gonna tell Schwarzenegger face to face to get the fuck out of my oval office.”
“America’s hero, um, President Schwarzenegger, he don’t work from here no more.”
Trump stops dead in his tracks and spins to ask, “What? Why?!”
“President Schwarzenegger, you see, he made this here White House into a coronavirus hospital.”
“The White House a hospital?” says Trump.
“Arnold renamed it the White Hospital now. I still work here. Trained nurse now on the front line,” says Robert proudly.
“Two years and none of the vaccines I was ramming through on Operation Warp Speed didn’t get made?”
“Oh they got made all right. Life even started getting back to normal in the summer of 2021. The mutations struck, says Robert sadly.
“Mutations?” says Trump.
“Florida. That fucker DeSantis tried to out Trump you. No masking. No vaxxing. Now, America’s still on it’s ass thanks to the DeSantis Variant.”
“How many dead?” says Trump.
“I gave up checking when the death toll hit 3 mil. Too numb to keep up anymore” says Robert sadly. “And damned if the DeSantis Variant don’t love killing the young. Tragic. At least the Covid-Original like bumping off old people who had lived a full life. Wanna hear the kicker though?”
“Unlike Covid-Orginal the DeSantis variant like killing 3 times more whites than blacks. Some say it’s God’s way of –“
“Fuck all this. Where do I find Schwarzenegger?” demands Trump.
“Ain’t gonna like what I gotta say on that, sir,” says Robert kicking at the poorly mowed White House lawn.
“Stop fucking around and give me the dope on where the guy who ruined the Apprentice is!” says Trump grabbing Robert by his hospital gown.
“President Schwarzenegger, you see, he works from the repossessed Trump Tower,” says Robert sheepishly.
Trump fumes until he spews, “Fuck me!”
“After all the lawsuits after your — ahem — handling of the virus, well, it was your baby Ivanka’s only option to pay the bills, sellin’ the Tower,” says Robert warily.
“Besides that shit. How’s Ivanka?!” says Trump.
“Holed up at Mar-A-Lago with Jared and your boy Baron. Runnin’ what’s shreds are left of your empire after the IRS seized most your assets.” says Robert taking a long drag on his cigar.
“Ivanka and Jared are with Baron, good. Where’s, Melania?”
“Brace yourself… ,” says Robert hanging his head. “You’re widower now, sir. Poor Meliania passed of the DeSantis Variant October 19th 2020.”
“Cool, cool. OK. Single man again. I mean that’s terrible! What about my two son, Eric and Don Jr? How are they”
“Don Jr’s been in an out of rehab like a revolving door. Kinda lost track of him.” says Robert gently.
“And my idiot son?” asks Trump.
“The DeSantis Variant?” puzzles Trump.
“Eric, well, passed to the great beyond just last week. But not of the virus.”
“You really wanna know, sir?”
“Is a Republican as dumb as dirt?” says Trump, masking up.
“Video of Eric’s death went viral. You sure?” says Robert pulling out cell phone.
Robert scrolls and hits play on YouTube.
The African plains glow in the sunset. Eric and a rugged African hunting guide, Akua, sneak through the brush on their bellies. “I wish my dad had live to see me bag the last rhino on earth!” says Eric. Akua motions Eric to be quite, putting a finger to his lips.
“Huh?” says Eric loudly.
A male rhino charges for Eric.
Akua shouts, “Run! Run for the Land Rover, you great white idiot!”
Eric defies Akua and takes careful aim at the charging rhino. BANG! A perfect shot the rhino crumbles mid run and rolls forward, crushing the screaming Eric to silence.
“Stop! Seen enough.”
“You sure the part where they pull the rhino off Eric with the winch is — Sorry — “
“Don’t be sorry,” says Trump waving off Robert’s sympathy.
“Huh? I know you’re tough, sir. But that’s cold. Eric loved you more than all the other Trump children,” says Robert.
“Not cold. It’s fine,” says Trump with a maniacal grin.
“Finally got this all figured out.”
“How so?” puzzles Robert.
“Fever dream. All just a stupid fever dream,” says Trump with a delirious chuckle.
“Wow. Love that shit. But sadly this shit’s all too real, Donald, I mean, sir.”
“Believe what you want. I’m fucking outta here,” Trump storms off for the White House.
“Where you goin’, sir?” says a bewildered Robert.
“Back to my bedroom to wake the fuck up!”
Trump storms off to the White House, determined to wake up from his fever dream. Robert takes a long drag on this cigar and follows after Trump.
“Forgot to ask about Tiffany. That’s my Donnie,” says Robert.
END CHAPTER 2
As always my handy disclaimer that this story is of course a work of pure fiction about an alternate universe. It is in no way a true reflection of the kind and compassionate real-life Donald J Trump, and his charming GOP enablers or for that matter the supposed good guys in this dark comedic tale.
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Sorry, fans. I am having trouble connecting to my spirit guides and higher self tonight. The reason: Fear. Fear has grounded my normally cosmic consciousness. Not even watching my friend of a friend Deepak Chopra’s excellent and most soothing, literally web breaking, video could soothe me.
And to have this happen to my once secret psychic super powers on April Fool’s Day of all days. Yeesh! A day I’ve loved since I was a kid. You see, I am a prankster by nature. I carry a lot of Kokopelli energy. — But alas I am far too serious for silly jokes tonight, long after sweet Elizabeth has gone to bed. My poor wife is so stressed she is grinding her teeth at night. Tomorrow we brave a trip CVS for a dental guard for her. I will get one too.
“Why am is Ken so stressed?”you may ask if you live only watch the news once a year for the after Xmas sales. You see on this April Fool’s Day, an eternity of bliss ago, a lot of innocent people are going to die all over this beautiful planet. Oh, and America is the #1 outbreak spot on that planet as of today. New Age spirit teachings that humans all decide when we are going to die before we are born, well, it ain’t helping dull the pain I am feeling as a planetary intuitive. My nerves are on fire. CBD or medical cannibas helps if you live in a state where you can get it.
The virus science has become compelling enough that we Yanks are going to lose up to 240,000 Americans, that’s like 4 Vietnams, for Trump to extend his rather feeble stab at precautions an extra month.
That scares me because Trump is only putting up smoke screen about the lousy job he’s done, and is still doing, without really working in the coordinated way we must to get the supplies, facilites and manpower to manage this. He’s making things worse than they have to be. It’s like we have a dry drunk Captain at the wheel of the Titanic.
I forgive myself for being off my game. You see, I nearly died of black mold poisoning and resulting pneumonia in 2013. Not being able to breathe is a horrible feeling. And since that’s how the virus kills you I feel a dread most people don’t about catching this damn thing. Add to this a heart failure in 2017 and, well, it’s a perfect cocktail of fear.
These are terrifying times. And I encourage you to do the same forgiveness of your fears in your life. Things just are going to be awful for awhile. It’s just that sad and simple.
I need to let go of a world that is vanishing and embrace the new. But it’s a hard thing to let go of and I hope you are doing better than me in managing your fear. Stay socially distant, even when the people of the Right wing are flaunting the dangers due to their misplaced belief in the biggest April Fool who ever lived, Donald J. Trump.