Summary: In this morning’s edition of the New York Times, Donald Trump laid out his treasonable plans either to extort vast sums of money from our NATO partners in exchange for American protection or sell them to the Kremlin if they won’t pony up. This article merely reinforces what I have been saying for a very long time: Donald Trump and his supporters are traitors to this country. They are giving aid and support to enemies national and that falls within the constitutional definition of treason. Grand juries should be empaneled throughout the country to investigate, indict, and refer for prosecution the numerous enemies of this country that Donald Trump and his supporters have become.
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Newsflash: Donald Trump is talking treason, like the traitor he is.
An article in this morning’s New York Times, lays bare the sickening treason at the heart of Donald Trump’s presidential campaign. The article, and the related transcript accessible (through the NYT website) demonstrate that Trump, that Cheeto-faced, ferret-wearing shitgibbon, views NATO as nothing more than a protection racket. (Find the link here: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/07/21/us/politics/donald-trump-issues.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=a-lede-package-region®ion=top-news&WT.nav=top-news )
Apparently, in Trump world, if you don’t pay the United States the protection money that Trump demands, he will be willing to hand you over to the tender mercies of Vladimir Putin’s Kremlin.
With respect to the Baltic states, this is the worst sort of calculated blackmail. In 1940, the Soviet Union forcibly absorbed Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania. For half a century after that, cold warriors in the United States used to commemorate so-called “captive Nations week,” taking themselves to the Estonian, Latvian, Lithuanian Embassy in it in Washington city to engage in symbolic protests designed to convey America’s “disapproval” all the Soviet takeover of the Baltic states.
When the Baltic states regained their independence with the breakup of the Soviet Union, the whole raison d’être for Captive Nations Week went away as the Baltic States celebrated anew the freedom they had known from the fall of the Romanov dynasty in 1917 to the Soviet invasion of 1940. Membership in NATO was intended, in large measure, to ensure that the governments in Tallinn, Riga, and Vilnius could go about their business, and the peoples of the Baltic States could go about their business, no longer hagridden by the fear of a Russian coup de main against them.
Since the accession of Vladimir Putin to the presidency of Russia, the Kremlin has been making ominous noises about being prepared to undertake just such a coup de main.
Enter the Cheeto-faced, ferret-wearing shitgibbon Donald Trump. Let’s recall for a moment how Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin have formed a noisome and disturbing mutual admiration society. Add to that The Donald’s prior statements of praise for Putin, his prior advocacy of withdrawing the American tripwire force from South Korea, which would, of course, constitute an open invitation to Kim Jong-Un and the North Koreans to march right South from the DMZ.
And if they do, what of Japan? As Prussian advisor Major Klemens Meckel put it nearly 130 years ago, Korea is a dagger pointed to the heart of Japan. What was true during the Meiji period is true during the Heisei rain of the Meiji Emperor’s reigning great-grandson. Yet, the shitgibbon is apparently willing to abandon our vital strategic interests in Korea, presumably unless he can extort from them ---and from the Japanese--- a great deal of money to pay for the defense of East Asia against Kim Jong-un and presumably Xi Jinping as well.
The Donald’s disturbing willingness to play fast and loose with the national security interests of the United States, particularly when it comes to our declared adversaries, falls squarely within the constitutional definition of treason (art III, § 2). A strong that constitutional case can be made that Trump, by telegraphing the potential weakness of NATO to our Russian adversaries, and by telegraphing the potential weakness of our alliance with South Korea to Kim Jong-un and Xi Jinping, has given aid and comfort to enemies national.
To the extent that he is done so, there is probable cause for any grand jury anywhere in the country, but most likely in the Eastern District of Virginia, notorious for its expertise in national security cases and for its so-called Rocket Docket, to conclude that treason has been committed, that Donald Trump and his campaign committed it, and that a true bill therefor should therefore issue.
Let there be no doubt in anyone’s mind that this American citizen dares to exercise his constitutionally guaranteed petition right to suggest that Donald Trump has committed treason, and to denounce him therefor as “the notoriousest traitor,” not excepting Benedict Arnold, that ever lived in America. Donald Trump's New York Times interview demonstrates that we are dealing with a new version of Aaron Burr.
But as much as we may be dealing with a 21st-century iteration of Aaron Burr, we must also deal with his supporters. At common law, there are no degrees of accessory liability in treason. Every person involved in treason or in a treasonable conspiracy is liable to prosecution and conviction AS A PRINCIPAL. Thus, it would be reasonable for the Department of Justice to empanel federal grand juries in every federal judicial district, all over the country, with a view to returning true bills of indictment for treason against all significant, vocal, Donald Trump supporters.
It may sound like a witch hunt, but it’s actually nothing more and nothing less than a necessary prophylaxis to protect this country from being taken over in a hostile takeover bid by the Russian government. It has been for generations of settled policy goal of the Soviet Union and of Putin’s Russia to acquire what amounts to a controlling interest in the United States government.
With, God forbid, a President Trump in the White House, America would be owned, lock, stock, and barrel, by the Kremlin. Europe would be a perpetual hostage, always in pawn to the Russian bear, to Adam-zad, with whom Rudyard Kipling once warned us, we should make us no truce.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
TERRIFIED BEYOND THE CAPACITY FOR RATIONAL THOUGHT
Summary: Right now, reading the Republican platform and contemplating Donald Trump’s selection Of Indiana Governor Mike Pence as his running mate, I’m not happy. The Republican platform, the Republican convention, and the performance of Melania Trump have all got me wondering whether I should expedite the process of applying for an Irish passport.
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Watching the obscenity that is the Republican national convention in Cleveland has got me more than a little worried. I watched last night a bunch of seriously pissed off people, overwhelmingly white, overwhelmingly straight, overwhelmingly conservative, have a collective temper tantrum on national television about all the things they were convinced were wrong with America, not least of which the fact that in the last eight years that black man in the White House has been able to turn around the Bush recession, take long steps toward liquidating our military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan, to create millions of new jobs, and, in an incidental way, to oversee advances in civil rights for queerfolk I would not have thought possible just five years ago.
The Republicans inveighed at great and angry length against all these changes, letting us know in no uncertain terms that they were against all of them, and that in the view of the Republican Party, it was time to declare war upon uppity women, uppity black folk, uppity Mexicans (who are all presumed to be illegal, freeloading moochers) uppity seniors concerned about Social Security and Medicare, and uppity queers concerned about marriage and basic human rights. For all of us Uppities, the Republican message could not be simpler or more unambiguous: shut the fuck up, get the fuck to the back of the bus, and fuck off.
The pissed off Republicans were, in short, campaigning against everything that has been accomplished in America since the 1960s. And in watching the Republicans having their chimpanzee-like, feces-throwing, shit-fit, hate-filled, NSDAP Reichsparteiwoche von Nürnberg obscenity of a convention, my response was, to borrow the line from Ghostbusters, to be terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
I’m terrified for a number of not altogether contemptible reasons.
First of all, I’m terrified because Donald Trump is Donald Trump. Though I don’t much care for Cornel West, brother West and I agree that Donald Trump represents the modern incarnation of fascism. I see in the ascent of Donald Trump frightening echoes to the ascent of Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler. I also see in the astonishing quiescence of the American public deeply disturbing echoes to Germany’s Weimarzeit, that brief, glimmering period of Weimar democracy that came in with the fall of the Hohenzollern monarchy and ended on that dreadful January 30, 1933, when Reichspräsident Paul v. Hindenburg appointed Adolf Hitler Reichskanzler.
In the run-up to the orchestrated coronation of Donald Trump, in an extravaganza that could have been designed and staged by none other than Nazi filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl, the Republican Party has produced a platform that breathes more hostility toward queerfolk than any other platform in the 162 years that the GOP has been in existence.
Not since Pat Buchanan postulated in 1992 at the Republican convention in Houston the existence of a cultural and religious war for the soul of America have I been so concerned about what one of the major parties in my country thinks of queerfolk.
Because I happen to be queer.
I don’t apologize for it; I don’t make excuses for it; and I hadn’t thought that I would need to make it so much a part of my political identity as it has become.
But Republican antipathy toward queerfolk is beginning to call forth the same kind of agita among the queer nation that Germany’s more perspicacious Jews began to feel in the fall of 1932, during the short, ill-fated, chancellorships of Heinrich Brüning and Kurt v. Schleicher. These perspicacious Jews took one look at the flatulent Nazi who was their new leader and made tracks over the water to the U.K. or the New World. For Albert Einstein’s presence in Princeton, we can thank Adolf Hitler. For Sigmund Freud’s final sojourn in London, we can also thank Adolf Hitler. Where, if Donald Trump bamboozles the American public into giving him a lease on a 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., Northwest, will America’s queerfolk be able to go? Where will our Thomas Manns, our Lion Feuchtwangers, our Albert Einsteins, our Arnold Schönbergs, our queer émigrés, find a congenial foreign lodgment away from the horrors of a Trump administration?
For if the indications coming out of the RNC are at all reflective of what we can expect from the GOP this year, the omens are not good. As an article in the Los Angeles Times put it a few days ago: “The Log Cabin Republicans, a wing of the party that pushes for gay rights, called the party’s stance the ‘most anti-LGBT platform in the Party’s 162-year history,’ and said that opposition to same-sex marriage, support for conversion therapy, and stances on other issues are out of step with the public at large.”
Unfortunately, while the Republican convention and platform have demonstrated a disturbing fondness and predilection for trying to reestablish in their fullest form the baleful social dispensations of the 19th century, a great many of the Republican base are virtually salivating at the opportunity to march queerfolk back into the closet, to send American womanhood back into the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, to bundle black folk to the back of the national bus, to send Asians packing either to the Hawaiian Islands where they can be quarantined, or back to Asia where they can be ignored.
Moreover, the Republican party, which is been the subject of a brilliantly, frighteningly successful hostile takeover bid by Donald Trump, seems to have lost whatever moral compass it once had. Last night, Melania Trump delivered an introduction speech for her husband at the Republican convention in Cleveland. Mrs. Trump apparently did not realize that in 2016 there are legions of social media entrepreneurs and fact checkers who discovered, almost before she had stopped speaking, that material portions of her speech had been lifted almost word for word from Michelle Obama’s introduction speech for Barack Obama in 2008.
What Melania could and should have done was to offer an immediate, heartfelt, introspective apology. She should have owned what she did wrong, offered an explanation, not an excuse, and used it as a teachable moment on the importance of honesty and coming clean. Had she done so, it would have had the same kind of devastating effect as a 100 division armored thrust at the heart of NATO. Instead, the Trump campaign and the Republican party did what they always do when confronted with their harlotries. Melania herself has gone silent and of the Trump/Republican organization has tried to push back, blaming Hillary Clinton, blaming Barack and Michelle Obama, and putting just about every conceivable bizarre, tinfoil hat-wearing conspiracy theory conceivable out there. It would seriously not surprise me to find the Republican/Trump organization floating a psycho-guano, batshit theory that Obama campaign operatives had time traveled from 2008 forward to 2016, stolen Melania’s notes, and then traveled backward in time and given the notes to Michelle Obama so she could deliver them as part of her speech in 2008.
Because, apparently, the Republican Party and the Trump campaign are too deranged to understand either the importance of presenting original work, not taking credit for others’ work as one’s own, or of the importance of telling the truth when you get caught in obvious plagiarism. This failure of moral compass causes me to wonder even more what we can expect, God forbid, from a Trump presidency. An administration willing to push back in the face of obvious plagiarism is an administration with absolutely no moral compass at all. It is an administration that would be willing to shred the Constitution and to engage in the same kind of false flag activities that we saw Turkish President Recep Teyyip Erdoğan engage in with the phony coup intended to give Erdoğan an excuse to conduct a thoroughgoing purge of the Turkish military.
The response of the Republican/Trump organization and of individual Trump supporters to the Melania plagiarism incident is nothing more and nothing less than a moral litmus test, to which there can be only one correct answer. Anything less than a full throated denunciation of Melania Trump, the Trump campaign, the Republican Party, and all their fellow travelers constitutes complicity. It also constitutes an open admission that Melania herself, The Donald, and all of their enablers are functioning in a moral vacuum. At the risk of sounding somewhat pharisaical, these are not people who are fit to associate with morally grounded human beings.
And because there is a risk that such profoundly amoral people might come to power in America on January 20 of next year, many of us are beginning to make plans to bolt for the exits. Fortunately for me, coming as I do from the Irish diaspora, I can take advantage of what amounts to Ireland’s Law of Return: if you happen to be descended from at least one grandparent who was born in Ireland, as I am, you can apply for Irish citizenship and an Irish passport. Though Ireland is not in the Schengen zone, it is still a member of the European Union, and that makes it a not uncongenial place of exile. Moreover, marriage equality is a blackletter part of the Irish Constitution now, so I know that if I were to return to the ancestral island, and if I were to meet a congenial Irish fellow, we could tie the knot and enjoy the full civil rights that the Irish and EU constitutions guarantee to Irish and EU citizens.
The thought of having to go across the water, to make in reverse the journey my Irish grandmother made aboard RMS Oceanic in 1913, fills me with trepidation. Like her and her family, if I make the crossing, I necessarily make a leap into the unknown. If I make the crossing, I’m not sure whether it’s an act of courage, pulling up stakes to seek opportunity in a new country, or the cowardly act of a man who is terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought at what Donald Trump represents. I understand now, even as through a glass darkly (1 Cor. 13:12), the existential truth of what so many of my European Jewish friends and neighbors had used to talk about, 40-plus years ago in the Hollywood Hills. I understand, even if through that glass darkly, the fear that gripped the Jewish community in those closing years of the Weimarzeit, during the brief chancellorships of Brüning and Schleicher, before Hindenburg tapped Hitler to form a new government and pounded the last nails into the coffin of the Weimar Republic.
Because it can happen here.
When Herr Drumpf bloviates on about Muslims, or about Latinos, or about black folk, or when he gives his imprimatur to the most sweeping the anti-queer platform in the history of the Republican Party, I know that we are dealing with the coming of fascism to America in its truest form.
Yes, it can happen here.
If American fascism does happen, I would like to see Donald Trump meet the same bad end as Benito Mussolini himself. I would like to see a new Walter Audisio administer to Donald Trump the same kind of condign punishment the original partisan Walter Audisio administered to Benito Mussolini when he executed the Duce on April 28, 1945. For Mussolini had betrayed and sold out in the Italian people who he had once seduced and off of whom he had grown rich. After being executed, the bodies of Mussolini and his mistress, Clara Petacci were taken down from the foothills of the Alps where they had been shot to Milan and hung up from the rafters in a gas station for their bodies to be abused by the Italian people whom they had ripped off, betrayed, and given over to war and desolation. But before Mussolini could be executed, he had put Italy through 22 years of fascist Calvary and cost Italy half a million lives, all in the service of his ego and his narcissism. Death was a proper punishment for Il Duce. Caesar had his Brutus; Charles I had his Cromwell; Louis XVI had his Robespierre; Nicholas II had his Yacob Sverdlov; Mussolini, as aforesaid, had his Walter Audisio, and Donald Trump... may profit by their example.
I don’t want to live through a flesh and blood version of Philip K Dick’s The Man in the High Castle. Not now, not ever.
I don’t want to be part of a fascist America.
#Nevertrump
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Watching the obscenity that is the Republican national convention in Cleveland has got me more than a little worried. I watched last night a bunch of seriously pissed off people, overwhelmingly white, overwhelmingly straight, overwhelmingly conservative, have a collective temper tantrum on national television about all the things they were convinced were wrong with America, not least of which the fact that in the last eight years that black man in the White House has been able to turn around the Bush recession, take long steps toward liquidating our military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan, to create millions of new jobs, and, in an incidental way, to oversee advances in civil rights for queerfolk I would not have thought possible just five years ago.
The Republicans inveighed at great and angry length against all these changes, letting us know in no uncertain terms that they were against all of them, and that in the view of the Republican Party, it was time to declare war upon uppity women, uppity black folk, uppity Mexicans (who are all presumed to be illegal, freeloading moochers) uppity seniors concerned about Social Security and Medicare, and uppity queers concerned about marriage and basic human rights. For all of us Uppities, the Republican message could not be simpler or more unambiguous: shut the fuck up, get the fuck to the back of the bus, and fuck off.
The pissed off Republicans were, in short, campaigning against everything that has been accomplished in America since the 1960s. And in watching the Republicans having their chimpanzee-like, feces-throwing, shit-fit, hate-filled, NSDAP Reichsparteiwoche von Nürnberg obscenity of a convention, my response was, to borrow the line from Ghostbusters, to be terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
I’m terrified for a number of not altogether contemptible reasons.
First of all, I’m terrified because Donald Trump is Donald Trump. Though I don’t much care for Cornel West, brother West and I agree that Donald Trump represents the modern incarnation of fascism. I see in the ascent of Donald Trump frightening echoes to the ascent of Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler. I also see in the astonishing quiescence of the American public deeply disturbing echoes to Germany’s Weimarzeit, that brief, glimmering period of Weimar democracy that came in with the fall of the Hohenzollern monarchy and ended on that dreadful January 30, 1933, when Reichspräsident Paul v. Hindenburg appointed Adolf Hitler Reichskanzler.
In the run-up to the orchestrated coronation of Donald Trump, in an extravaganza that could have been designed and staged by none other than Nazi filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl, the Republican Party has produced a platform that breathes more hostility toward queerfolk than any other platform in the 162 years that the GOP has been in existence.
Not since Pat Buchanan postulated in 1992 at the Republican convention in Houston the existence of a cultural and religious war for the soul of America have I been so concerned about what one of the major parties in my country thinks of queerfolk.
Because I happen to be queer.
I don’t apologize for it; I don’t make excuses for it; and I hadn’t thought that I would need to make it so much a part of my political identity as it has become.
But Republican antipathy toward queerfolk is beginning to call forth the same kind of agita among the queer nation that Germany’s more perspicacious Jews began to feel in the fall of 1932, during the short, ill-fated, chancellorships of Heinrich Brüning and Kurt v. Schleicher. These perspicacious Jews took one look at the flatulent Nazi who was their new leader and made tracks over the water to the U.K. or the New World. For Albert Einstein’s presence in Princeton, we can thank Adolf Hitler. For Sigmund Freud’s final sojourn in London, we can also thank Adolf Hitler. Where, if Donald Trump bamboozles the American public into giving him a lease on a 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., Northwest, will America’s queerfolk be able to go? Where will our Thomas Manns, our Lion Feuchtwangers, our Albert Einsteins, our Arnold Schönbergs, our queer émigrés, find a congenial foreign lodgment away from the horrors of a Trump administration?
For if the indications coming out of the RNC are at all reflective of what we can expect from the GOP this year, the omens are not good. As an article in the Los Angeles Times put it a few days ago: “The Log Cabin Republicans, a wing of the party that pushes for gay rights, called the party’s stance the ‘most anti-LGBT platform in the Party’s 162-year history,’ and said that opposition to same-sex marriage, support for conversion therapy, and stances on other issues are out of step with the public at large.”
Unfortunately, while the Republican convention and platform have demonstrated a disturbing fondness and predilection for trying to reestablish in their fullest form the baleful social dispensations of the 19th century, a great many of the Republican base are virtually salivating at the opportunity to march queerfolk back into the closet, to send American womanhood back into the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, to bundle black folk to the back of the national bus, to send Asians packing either to the Hawaiian Islands where they can be quarantined, or back to Asia where they can be ignored.
Moreover, the Republican party, which is been the subject of a brilliantly, frighteningly successful hostile takeover bid by Donald Trump, seems to have lost whatever moral compass it once had. Last night, Melania Trump delivered an introduction speech for her husband at the Republican convention in Cleveland. Mrs. Trump apparently did not realize that in 2016 there are legions of social media entrepreneurs and fact checkers who discovered, almost before she had stopped speaking, that material portions of her speech had been lifted almost word for word from Michelle Obama’s introduction speech for Barack Obama in 2008.
What Melania could and should have done was to offer an immediate, heartfelt, introspective apology. She should have owned what she did wrong, offered an explanation, not an excuse, and used it as a teachable moment on the importance of honesty and coming clean. Had she done so, it would have had the same kind of devastating effect as a 100 division armored thrust at the heart of NATO. Instead, the Trump campaign and the Republican party did what they always do when confronted with their harlotries. Melania herself has gone silent and of the Trump/Republican organization has tried to push back, blaming Hillary Clinton, blaming Barack and Michelle Obama, and putting just about every conceivable bizarre, tinfoil hat-wearing conspiracy theory conceivable out there. It would seriously not surprise me to find the Republican/Trump organization floating a psycho-guano, batshit theory that Obama campaign operatives had time traveled from 2008 forward to 2016, stolen Melania’s notes, and then traveled backward in time and given the notes to Michelle Obama so she could deliver them as part of her speech in 2008.
Because, apparently, the Republican Party and the Trump campaign are too deranged to understand either the importance of presenting original work, not taking credit for others’ work as one’s own, or of the importance of telling the truth when you get caught in obvious plagiarism. This failure of moral compass causes me to wonder even more what we can expect, God forbid, from a Trump presidency. An administration willing to push back in the face of obvious plagiarism is an administration with absolutely no moral compass at all. It is an administration that would be willing to shred the Constitution and to engage in the same kind of false flag activities that we saw Turkish President Recep Teyyip Erdoğan engage in with the phony coup intended to give Erdoğan an excuse to conduct a thoroughgoing purge of the Turkish military.
The response of the Republican/Trump organization and of individual Trump supporters to the Melania plagiarism incident is nothing more and nothing less than a moral litmus test, to which there can be only one correct answer. Anything less than a full throated denunciation of Melania Trump, the Trump campaign, the Republican Party, and all their fellow travelers constitutes complicity. It also constitutes an open admission that Melania herself, The Donald, and all of their enablers are functioning in a moral vacuum. At the risk of sounding somewhat pharisaical, these are not people who are fit to associate with morally grounded human beings.
And because there is a risk that such profoundly amoral people might come to power in America on January 20 of next year, many of us are beginning to make plans to bolt for the exits. Fortunately for me, coming as I do from the Irish diaspora, I can take advantage of what amounts to Ireland’s Law of Return: if you happen to be descended from at least one grandparent who was born in Ireland, as I am, you can apply for Irish citizenship and an Irish passport. Though Ireland is not in the Schengen zone, it is still a member of the European Union, and that makes it a not uncongenial place of exile. Moreover, marriage equality is a blackletter part of the Irish Constitution now, so I know that if I were to return to the ancestral island, and if I were to meet a congenial Irish fellow, we could tie the knot and enjoy the full civil rights that the Irish and EU constitutions guarantee to Irish and EU citizens.
The thought of having to go across the water, to make in reverse the journey my Irish grandmother made aboard RMS Oceanic in 1913, fills me with trepidation. Like her and her family, if I make the crossing, I necessarily make a leap into the unknown. If I make the crossing, I’m not sure whether it’s an act of courage, pulling up stakes to seek opportunity in a new country, or the cowardly act of a man who is terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought at what Donald Trump represents. I understand now, even as through a glass darkly (1 Cor. 13:12), the existential truth of what so many of my European Jewish friends and neighbors had used to talk about, 40-plus years ago in the Hollywood Hills. I understand, even if through that glass darkly, the fear that gripped the Jewish community in those closing years of the Weimarzeit, during the brief chancellorships of Brüning and Schleicher, before Hindenburg tapped Hitler to form a new government and pounded the last nails into the coffin of the Weimar Republic.
Because it can happen here.
When Herr Drumpf bloviates on about Muslims, or about Latinos, or about black folk, or when he gives his imprimatur to the most sweeping the anti-queer platform in the history of the Republican Party, I know that we are dealing with the coming of fascism to America in its truest form.
Yes, it can happen here.
If American fascism does happen, I would like to see Donald Trump meet the same bad end as Benito Mussolini himself. I would like to see a new Walter Audisio administer to Donald Trump the same kind of condign punishment the original partisan Walter Audisio administered to Benito Mussolini when he executed the Duce on April 28, 1945. For Mussolini had betrayed and sold out in the Italian people who he had once seduced and off of whom he had grown rich. After being executed, the bodies of Mussolini and his mistress, Clara Petacci were taken down from the foothills of the Alps where they had been shot to Milan and hung up from the rafters in a gas station for their bodies to be abused by the Italian people whom they had ripped off, betrayed, and given over to war and desolation. But before Mussolini could be executed, he had put Italy through 22 years of fascist Calvary and cost Italy half a million lives, all in the service of his ego and his narcissism. Death was a proper punishment for Il Duce. Caesar had his Brutus; Charles I had his Cromwell; Louis XVI had his Robespierre; Nicholas II had his Yacob Sverdlov; Mussolini, as aforesaid, had his Walter Audisio, and Donald Trump... may profit by their example.
I don’t want to live through a flesh and blood version of Philip K Dick’s The Man in the High Castle. Not now, not ever.
I don’t want to be part of a fascist America.
#Nevertrump
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