I hate to interrupt Black History Month, but Satan called; he wants his
brother Donald back!
Straight from that jackass’ Trump’s mouth: “Your
victory will be our ultimate vindication,
your liberty will be our ultimate reward
and the unprecedented success of the
United States of America will be my
ultimate and absolute revenge”.
“For hard-working Americans,
November 5th will be our new liberation day,”
he said.
“But for the liars and cheaters
and fraudsters and censors and imposters who
have commandeered our government, it will be
their judgment day.”
So how do Americans, who
proudly abhor Trump, like me, react to the
latest volley of threats/promises emanating
out of the neo-Confederacy capital, Mar-a-Lago
Florida? He and his minions are pledging to
‘come after’ media and government critics in
the second term.
Key lexicon: “come after.”
Trump has an endless, ever-expanding “hit” list, and he’d
like to do to those “marked” people what Putin
just did to the absolute definition of a
freedom fighter, Alexei Navalny - lock those critics away in some Arctic Circle jail, and
then have them just drop-dead.
Let’s not pretend good ol’ boy mob boss, The Don, if he manipulates his way to “Overlord” for life, it won’t take long for the “sinister one” to release his
MAGA stormtroopers down upon those who oppose
him in just about any manner or form?
How many hours before he declares war on Blue states?
Understanding something wicked this way
comes, where will you find yourself and your loved ones come the
impending storm on November 5th? Where will
you find sanctuary? Have you meticulously
plotted your escape, and plotted a plan to
shield your loved ones from the impending
storm that looms on the horizon?
Do you have an “Exit Strategy?”
On the ominous eve of November
5th, 2024, as the nation teeters on the brink
of chaos, have you considered where your
sanctuary lies? Will you be sheltered in the
security of a titanium-lined underground urban
bunker, a secluded alpine mountain cabin, or
perhaps seeking refuge in the depths of the
Grand Canyon’s Phantom Ranch? Are you
contemplating a swift exit, soaring through
the skies to Canada, London, Paris, or the
paradises of Hawaii or Puerto Rico within the
borders of a nation fracturing at its core?
Come the appointed day, America stands 10 months pregnant with percolating combustible tension, a volatile voodoo
chili-type concoction ready to explode, and
the disconcerting truth echoes – a sentiment
festering that much, most, a hell of a lot of
White America harbors an unsettling disdain
for their Black and brown brethren.
The 2024 Presidential election
appears to be hurtling towards the precipice,
a plunge into the abyss threatening the very
foundation of the United States. The
Republican MAGA Party is a human vessel in
need of an exorcism.
If, by some twist of fate, Trump claims the Oval Office, God bless us all. Yet, if
he is denied, God help us. Either way, he’ll
unleash a legion of fervent White hate, primed
for a diabolical uprising.
The question echoes: Where will
you stand? Where will you seek refuge?
In the unnerving reality where your flag-flying neighbors
are paid-up card-caring “Make America
Great/White Again” cult members and who just
happen to be cops, nurses, firemen, and
educators - when they “flip” into arsonists
and executioners, who will you turn to? Will
you summon the Klan-Busters to protect against the ominous shadows of a bygone era,
when lynching from the trees was openly
yearned for?
Could the Tulsa and Rosewood massacres from a century ago happen again? Except this
time around, they’re coast-to-coast: Alaska to
Nebraska, Fargo to Key Largo, Austin to
Charleston… to Boston.
For Americans of color, this is our uncertain,
touch-and-go plight: we are caught between the
fiery depths of an orange-haired devil and the
vast uncertainties of the deep Red Heartland.
In this polarized land, America, a harsh truth
emerges – it isn’t truly our land.
“This land is your land, this
land is my land,” right?
In so many ways, the New Mason-Dixon Line is the Canadian border. Both the 1861 Jefferson
Davis and the 1961 George Wallace Confederacy
aren’t a long gone geographical region, a long
dead era, a lost cause. No, no… no. Instead, it is a livin’ n’ breathin’
heartfelt mindset, a stark reminder of the
tumultuous sea upon which we find ourselves
adrift.
Perhaps, pathetically so, this is a case of
40-million-plus Black folks not grasping the
complexities of our simple situation: we are
the sons and daughters of slaves, and we’ve
always been unwelcomed in America. We seem oblivious to our predicament: we
are an unwanted people. So many of us just don’t “get it.” We are still
discriminated against, last hired/first fired,
oppressed, and exploited semi/quasi-wage
slaves. Instead, we naively believe we are US
citizens and shareholders, homeowners with a
mortgage, college sheepskins, US veterans,
roll in Mercedes, stroll in Louie Vs. Our
citizenship is written in blood, sweat, and
tears over hundreds of years.
How dare MAGA deny Americans of color, and women from all
walks of life, what we’ve earned! Look-a-here,
we’re not “vermin,” we’re Americans!
We delusionally believe, “This
land is your land, this land is our land…” How
can Trump’s troops see it any other way? Gee,
golly, why, oh why, can’t the blind see?
The Story of America isn’t a
vintage, classic Walt Disney movie. No,
instead, it’s a Quintin Tarantino X-rated
flick, and it looks like we’re about to get to
the bloody end of this overly dramatic
Broadway musical.
Nonetheless, where are you and
your family going to be when the
racist/sexist/elitist and xenophobic tidal
wave strikes, all across America?
Who will protect you, and save
you from the well-armed MAGA mobs?
Suppose this nation holds together until January 20th,
2025, Inauguration Day, by lunchtime and tee
time, Day 1. In that case, it’ll be showtime. In a brazen display of power, King Trump delivers a
shockwave through the media landscape as he
imprisons MSNBC’s outspoken voices - Joy Reid, Rachel Maddow, Joe
and Mika, Al Sharpton, and many others. CNN’s News line-up, detained for unpatriotic activities. Then he moves on to
Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce.
These Gestapo/SS moves will send a chilling message to any dissenters
in the realm.
Day 2: The political stage trembles as King Trump extends
his reach, targeting prominent figures of the
opposition, including The Obamas, the Clintons’, The Bidens, and even Vice President Kamala Harris and her husband. The
air will be tense as the kingdom witnesses a
swift and forceful consolidation of power.
Day 5: The crackdown continues to the heartland as Sylvia
Jameson, the opinion page editor of the Petticoat Junction Times in Anywhere rural USA, finds herself in MAGA
snitch’s crosshairs. The once-quiet town of
297 folks now grapples with the harsh reality
that even those in seemingly distant corners
are not beyond the king’s iron-fisted rule.
Day 8: The specter of retribution looms large as King Trump
targets even the average citizen. Your
brother-in-law, who dared to challenge the
king by calling into C-SPAN and insulting him,
now faces the consequences of his audacity.
The chilling effect of this move reverberates,
warning all citizens that dissent will not be
tolerated.
“In 2016,
I declared I am your voice. Today, I add, I
am your warrior. I am your justice. And for
those who have been wronged and betrayed, I
am your retribution,” Lord Trump, March,
2023.
This dystopian narrative, while
fictional, underscores the fear of unchecked
power and the potential consequences of
autocratic rule. The scenario, though extreme,
serves as a cautionary tale, prompting
reflection on the fragility of American
democracy and the importance of safeguarding
individual, institutional, and organizational
freedoms.
