You wanted a culture war?
Good.
Now you’ve got one.

Trump needs the show. America doesn’t.

We’ve never bowed to kings, and we’re not starting for a man in a paper crown.

Real strength is quiet. It builds communities, defends liberty, and walks away from fights it knows it could win. A military parade is just theater for the insecure … a coward screaming in a bar fight, hoping the noise will keep the punches from landing.

No problem thank you !

We are watching the slow rot of the republic, friends… one pardon at a time.

The Founders warned us about kings. They didn’t expect we’d elect one who golfs badly and pardons like a mafia boss after three bourbons and a Fox News binge.

Scott Jenkins, corrupt to the bone and baptized in the unholy waters of political patronage, got his sins wiped clean by Rev. Don—high priest of vengeance and victimhood. Ten years? Too long, says Trump, in this new America, loyalty trumps law, and justice is just a four-letter word spelled “deal.”

I promise i will, it’s not intentional, i got through periods where i post here a lot and then dry spells. I will get back to it

Sanders and Cotton, champions of “small government,” now want FEMA in a helicopter with a checkbook.

Every man is independent until his roof is gone

God sent the wind … trump sent nothing

Thank you very very much !

But here’s the good news:
Spring still comes.
Truth still flowers.
And every tyrant falls eventually … often beneath the weight of their own absurdity.
We remember that too, this Easter.

Amen, and pass the subpoenas.

You have not saved the nation … you’ve looted it with the flourish of a bankrupt Caesar wearing a red tie long enough to strangle the Bill of Rights.

So no, Mr. Trump, your Easter blessing rings hollow.
You are not the risen. You are the rot.

He dares invoke the sacred while laying siege to the First Amendment, the separation of powers, and the basic tenets of democracy like Herod with a Twitter handle.

The man who pardons war criminals and dines with demagogues now invokes the Prince of Peace with the greasy sincerity of a huckster in a tent revival. He dares post Happy Easter after plotting to send American citizens to foreign prisons without trial.

He offers thoughts and prayers always prayers, never policy while public schools rot, while teachers dig into their own pockets for pencils and paper towels.

This man talks of resurrection while building detention camps in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty.
He blesses families while tearing children from their mothers’ arms in the name of “security.”

Thou shalt cut taxes for billionaires while the working class gnaws on the bones of trickle-down theology.

Let us not forget the commandments written in executive orders:
Thou shalt slash environmental protections to please the oil barons. Thou shalt impose tariffs that crucify American farmers while bowing to the whims of foreign strongmen.