Nothing announces “post-racial utopia” quite like a
trust-fund TV landlord - bronzed to Slim-Jim
brilliance - digging through Jim Crow’s attic
for literacy tests, poll-tax receipts, and
“Whites Only” signage, then hawking the stash
as heritage décor on Truth Social. And just when you thought the yard
sale couldn’t get tackier, today he upped the
ante by charging Barack Obama with
treason and hinting that a firing squad
might be a swell grand finale.
Ain’t that a bitch?!
So please raise a cracked Dixie cup of Ripple - or Mad
Dog 20/20 if you’re feeling presidential - to
Donald John Trump, the accidental town-crier
who blew apart America’s make believe, pretend
fantasy of color-blindness. After one bullhorn tweet from this clown, the nation’s
glossy brochure shriveled into what it always
was: a rigged carnival mirror - airbrushed to
flatter snow-white reflections while warping
everyone else into grotesque fun-house
caricatures. The treason drumbeat is just the
latest remix: same hate, new ammo.
1. Project 2025: White
Grievance, Annotated and Fully Weaponized
Trump’s second-term blueprint - hand-drafted by Heritage Foundation interns hopped up on cold brew and Confederate
make-believe dress-up games - revives
Schedule F, a loophole letting him purge tens
of thousands of career civil servants in favor
of loyalists whose résumés read like
Proud Boys fan-fic. Merit system? Torched.
Instead we get a government HR-office run like
a MAGA frat-mixer - Juneteenth dismissed as
“Marvel lore,” Title VII treated as woke
nonsense, and anyone side-eyeing the treason-execution talk filed under “disloyal.”
2. The Great Classroom Purge
While librarians cuff Toni Morrison as if Beloved were fentanyl, the Pentagon’s K-12 network scrubs
La Raza posters, shutters Black-History-Month
events, and treats intersectionality like an anthrax envelope. Defense chief Pete Hegseth
demanded shelves be cleared faster than you
can whisper “Obama’s firing squad.” Florida
and Texas parents, now deputized book-bounty
hunters, can ban The Bluest Eye before you finish saying “Santa Claus is Black!”
3. Healthcare: Medicaid? Never
Met Her
On July 4 - because irony loves fireworks - Trump signed
the One Big Beautiful Bill, slashing Medicaid by a clean $1 trillion. Twelve million
low-income Americans (disproportionately
Black, Latino, Native) just lost basic care so
Wall Street can gold-leaf its yacht
propellers. Under White-House pressure,
Stanford Medicine and Children’s Hospital LA
locked the OR doors on gender-affirming
surgery for teens. First they came for
pronouns; next they padlocked life support.
But sure, let’s talk about executing Obama -
healthcare debates are so passé.
4. Employment: Jim Crow in a
Lanyard
Schedule F doesn’t merely decapitate the civil service; it
kneecaps Title VII. Picture the EEOC staffed
by bros who think micro-aggression is a Poké-ball. Nepotism on steroids: federal gigs
handed out like Mar-a-Lago guest passes -
cash, connections, pale complexion preferred.
And if you dare question the legality of
presidential death warrants? Congratulations,
you just self-deported from HR’s new
“patriotism” rubric.
5. Economics - Champagne for
Palm Beach, IOUs for The Little Folks
Trump 2.0 is Reaganomics juiced
on HGH. Corporate tax rate down to 15 percent,
capital-gains erased for heirs, billionaires
showered with rebates, while Medicaid, SNAP,
and student-loan relief vanish in a puff of
austerity rhetoric. “Opportunity zones”
miraculously map onto luxury condos and a
certain ex-president’s golf greens. Meanwhile
the IRS audit corps gets hog-tied - because
billion-dollar loopholes must remain free,
unlike journalists who call treason charges
“banana-republic cosplay.”
6. Voting Rights: Democracy by
Mugshot
Georgia’s new voter-challenge
law lets any neighbor question your
registration if your surname sounds “spicy.”
Vigilantes host purge parties - pizza, punch,
provisional ballots canceled on the spot.
Federal courts bless Arkansas’s move to block
private Voting Rights Act suits, shredding the
last safety net for communities of color. And
if turnout still threatens him? No worries -
just accuse the opponent of treason and dangle
the gallows. Civic engagement never looked so
festive.
7. Borderland Brutality:
Welcome to Alligator Alcatraz
Lady Liberty’s lamp is replaced
by razor wire in the Everglades. ICE’s
4,200-bed “Rapid Processing Center” - dubbed
Alligator Alcatraz - serves maggot-marinated
MREs and uses porta-potties as bio-hazard
exhibits. When cages fill, Operation
Wetback 2.0 cranks up, deporting busloads
overnight. But hey, keep the cameras rolling -
Trump might declare every undocumented toddler
a foreign saboteur and call it another treason
sweep.
8. Environmental Apartheid:
Poison Now, Pay Never
New EPA boss Lee Zeldin nukes
31 rules in 24 hours, lifts PFAS limits,
green-lights toxic-disaster loopholes.
Wall Street’s portfolio goes emerald while
Cancer Alley breathes second-hand poison. When
residents complain, expect a press release
branding them “eco-terrorists” - a.k.a.
tomorrow’s treason docket.
9. Cultural Warfare: Reality TV
Meets Spanish Inquisition - Now Featuring the
“Redskins” Encore
Trump, juggling Epstein fallout
and sagging polls, demands the NFL resurrect
the “Redskins” name - “IMMEDIATELY,” or he’ll
nuke D.C.’s stadium deal. Native leaders call
the slur racist; he calls dissent treasonous
sabotage of “real America.” Sure enough, some
fans switch from foam fingers to pitchfork
emojis in sixty seconds flat. Mission
accomplished: the base forgets rent hikes;
Twitter explodes over end-zone etymology.
10. Weaponized Secrecy: Digging
Up MLK to Bury the Present
Between rally stops, Trump declassifies Hoover-era smear
files on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. - grainy
gossip slinging unproven infidelity claims.
MAGA influencers gleefully treat it as
history’s final word. Why honor MLK’s
civil-rights legacy when you can spit-shine a
half-century-old bug transcript and label that national heritage? Bonus points: anyone decrying the
stunt can be tarred as a traitor to
“transparency.”
11. Policing & Prisons:
Devil’s Islands, Coast to Coast
Federal grants now reward departments that skip foot
chases and double down on trigger discipline -
paperwork beats cardio, bullets beat
de-escalation. Private prisons post record
profits; ICE detention turns into reality-TV
staging ground. Should protests erupt, Trump
waves the Insurrection Act like a gift certificate for martial law - mass arrests,
two-for-one curfews, and National Guard troops
distributing constitutional violations like
Costco samples. Any group chanting “Black
Lives Matter” risks an overnight promotion to
“insurrection-adjacent” - try the treason
label on for size.
12. The Unvarnished Gift (Now
With Extra Cyanide Ribbon)
So yes - people of color owe
Trump a grim fruit basket of “thanks.” He
didn’t light racism’s bonfire; he revved a
leaf-blower, doused everything in jet fuel,
and cackled like a frat bro torching the couch
after homecoming. The blaze now stretches sea
to shining sea and curls around the Gulf like
a flaming mullet.
Wave goodbye to the bedtime
story of “We Don’t See Color.” That bedtime
lie was shot, buried, live-streamed, and
memo-tized. In its place stands a naked
hierarchy ready to bulldoze civil rights and
3-D-print 1957 on demand - same retro bigotry,
now with Bluetooth and an electric-chair app.
Kill affirmative action and America’s
boardrooms will gleam whiter than a ski-resort
wedding - unless your name is Ben Carson or
Clarence “I’s Just Be Happy To Be Here Boss”
Thomas.
Trump didn’t merely lift the
veil; he ripped it off, set it ablaze, and
powdered his face with the ashes. Now he
sprinkles treason charges like confetti,
dangling execution as political theatre. The
question isn’t whether our eyes are open; it’s
whether we’ll use this 8-K clarity as
ammunition - or hit snooze until the gallows
test pattern interrupts our regularly
scheduled programming.
So pour a stiff drink -
remember, Medicare therapy just got gutted -
and present Donald J. Trump with the world’s
most back-handed bouquet. Because the man
finally torched America’s faux “color-blind”
façade. His foghorn turned dog-whistle racism
into surround-sound hate, proving what we’ve
whispered since Jim Crow: the prejudice was
never hidden; it was just wearing khakis, a
polite grin, and now, a freshly pressed
hangman’s hood.
