You know the look: evil in evening wear - pure, uncut, lab-grade. Not the
convenience-store stuff. It doesn’t knock; it
shoulder-checks the door, flings its coat
across the flag, and plants muddy boots on
democracy’s coffee table. “Yeah, I said it.
Now what?” That’s not a moment; that’s an
epoch being tattooed into the nation’s hide.
Our grandchildren will read this chapter and
wonder how the smoke alarm screamed while all
we did was kept fanning the fumes. Because
Donald Trump - America’s premier salesman of
sin - has turned malice into a daily
livestream, rebranding cruelty, franchising
spite, and proving to the whole planet how
loud evil can grin when nobody drags it off
the stage.
Need a definition of Evil: profoundly immoral and wicked. Yep - that’s him. Down to the “T” in Trump. From the
creepy asides about his own daughter, to the
years he glad-handed with the now-convicted
sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein (allegations
Trump denies, receipts history won’t), all the
way to today’s frothing strongman cosplay -
“I’m not going to necessarily ask for a
declaration of war,” he bragged. “I think
we’re just going to kill people that are
bringing drugs into our country. Okay? We’re
going to kill them… they’re going to be like…
dead.” That wasn’t a gaffe. That wasn’t
off-script. That was a former President
placing a drive-thru order for state violence,
supersized.
And don’t kid yourself that
it’s bluster. This is the same man who just
rattled sabers about sending troops into
Nigeria “to protect Christians,” as if the
Sermon on the Mount came with drone codes and
a target list. He doesn’t whisper it; he
screams it like it’s a closing argument.
But Trump’s evil doesn’t just drop bombs abroad - it
starves people at home. Real evil doesn’t
always carry a gun; sometimes it signs a form.
When Trump halted SNAP benefits - the food
program that millions rely on - he didn’t just
tighten a budget; he tightened throats.
Millions face empty cupboards, wondering how
to make it through another week. Grand Rapids
resident Bill put it best: “I will
have to go without many things I
ordinarily purchase,” he said. “I’ll have
to borrow money from my family. How do I
feel about it? I curse Donald Trump and
his entire party of sycophants and
lickspittles to the seventh circle of
hell, now and for all time.” Another woman said it quieter but cut even deeper: “My
sense is Trump will try to make SNAP benefits
permanently end during the shutdown,” she
said. “I’m dumbfounded by the cruelty.”
That’s what modern evil looks like - bureaucratic starvation.
The same hunger that once
hollowed-out slave quarters, reservations, and
migrant camps now comes wrapped in fiscal
policy and cruelty dressed as “efficiency.”
Trump is just the latest plantation boss with
a pen instead of a whip.
And before you call this
exaggeration, let’s remember - this man
doesn’t just talk about cruelty; he was raised
in it.
His niece Mary Trump, a clinical psychologist who knows
him better than any pundit, wrote plainly that
Donald was groomed by his father, Fred Sr., to
equate empathy with weakness. Lies became
currency, shame became punishment, and winning
meant never apologizing. Mary exposed how he
cheated on his SATs, scammed people his entire
life, and treated family like fodder. Her
books weren’t gossip - they were smoke alarms.
And still, half the country slept through the
fire. Because when Trump’s evil stepped into
the light, America recognized something
familiar: itself.
He is them; they are he.
This 79-year-old, full grown
man-cub kept Hitler’s speeches by his bedside,
for God’s sake. That’s not rumor - it’s
documented. And lately, he’s been channeling
them. Twice in the past few months, he’s
talked about “poisoning the blood” of America.
Those aren’t random words - they’re recycled
fascism. Straight from the Reichstag to the
rally stage. He’s not dog-whistling; he’s
blasting the soundtrack of his Fourth Reich at
full volume. And the religious hypocrisy?
Please. “Two Corinthians.” Communion crackers
as “my little snacks.” Then hustling a $59.99
Bible for Easter like salvation’s on sale at
the MAGA Mall. This isn’t faith - it’s the
same old American sin: profit baptized in
deceit.
Oh yeah, and he’s got the blood
of tens of thousands of COVID 19 victims on
his tiny discolored hands, and it’s just not
discussed.
Mix that grift with his greatest hits - discrimination
lawsuits, Central Park Five death ads, Trump
University scams, migrant children ripped from
their parents, Muslim bans, Charlottesville
shrugs - and what you get is the full,
2-record soundtrack of evil. Recently, he even
ordered airstrikes on boats he suspects are linked to drugs. Not confirmed - suspects. We’re dropping bombs on hunches now. This isn’t
leadership. It’s bloodlust marketed as law and
order. And far too many Americans are buying
the deluxe package.
But none of this is new. Trump
didn’t invent American cruelty - he just gave
it a stage name. Slavery wasn’t a detour; it
was the business plan. People stolen, branded,
raped, sold, beaten, and split like kindling
to heat the nation’s wealth. When emancipation
arrived, the bill for the damage got “lost in
the mail.” The whip became the law, the
plantation became the prison, and the overseer
became the cop.
Stop me when I’m lying.
Indigenous nations got the
preview centuries earlier. Smallpox blankets,
forced marches, reservations turned to
open-air prisons, children beaten in boarding
schools until they forgot their names. And
when the Lakota dared to dance at Wounded
Knee, soldiers shot them dead, then gave each
other medals for “valor.”
When Reconstruction dimmed, the
rope took over. Jim Crow welded law to lynch
mobs. Crowds posed for postcards while
sheriffs took the pictures. And redlining,
sundown towns, “Whites Only” signs - those
were just slavery in a suit and tie.
Greenwood, Tulsa - the Black Wall Street -
burned to ash because America hates Black
success more than it loves democracy.
And the cruelty kept rebranding
itself.
Chinese workers were excluded
by law. Mexican families deported by the
thousands. Japanese Americans caged in desert
camps “for security.” Eugenics laws sterilized
women without their consent - Native, Black,
Latina, poor - while the Supreme Court called
it “necessary.” The Tuskegee experiment denied
Black men medicine so white doctors could
“observe.” COINTELPRO infiltrated churches,
framed activists, and assassinated leaders.
Fred Hampton, 21-years-old, murdered in his
bed by the state. And when workers fought back
at the Ludlow Massacre, the National Guard, at
the direction of fatcat aristocrats, burned
their tents and shot their children.
Does any of this sound familiar
to you guys?
It should, because now Trump
wears that same legacy like a tailored 1 piece
jumpsuit. He’s not an aberration; he’s an
upgrade. His evil is efficient, televised,
monetized. The cruelty that once required a
whip, a rope, or a rifle now needs only a
flamboyant signature. One stroke, and millions
lose their food, their housing, their dignity.
And let’s be brutally blunt - Trump’s cruelty
hits different because it’s not whispered.
It’s bragged about. He mocks the hungry,
scapegoats the poor, and blames immigrants for
the chaos his own greed creates. He doesn’t
dog-whistle; he foghorns. He doesn’t hint at
evil; he advertises it in 4K.
As I said before, there’s a
certain smell, taste, and texture to living
under unfiltered evil. This man is so drunk on
ill-gotten power that he’s stopped even
pretending to be human. America’s never seen a
… blankty-blank this open about it. That’s
what makes him dangerous - he’s not just evil;
he’s damn proud of it. And I ask, might that
be - that’s the horror of it all. For a
country built like a colonial empire, there’s
something fitting about ending-up with a
colonial emperor. Trump is the perfect mirror:
greedy, self-righteous, cruel, and allergic to
empathy.
He’s not breaking America’s
moral compass - he’s proving, confirming and
solidifying it was never calibrated correctly
in the first place. From smallpox blankets to
SNAP benefit cuts, from stolen land to stolen
hope, from Tulsa to Trump Tower, the same
disease keeps mutating, the same devil keeps
changing hats. Trump’s evil doesn’t whisper
anymore; it laughs. It starves people, bombs
strangers, sells Bibles, and tweets through it
all. It looks us dead in the eye and says,
“What are you going to do about it?” And
maybe, just maybe, that’s the real test of
this nation - not whether it can spot evil,
but whether it still remembers how to banish
it.
Because make no mistake - Trump
is All American. And right now, America - God
help us - is all Trump.
