I’m watching the news as I write this. What I just saw really pissed me off. It was also an apt metaphor for why, at this pace, we will never get rid of MAGA.
The story I’m watching is about the Supreme Court’s recent immigration ruling. The Un-Justices approved the deportation of immigrants from certain countries who had originally been allowed here on “Temporary Protective Status.” That’s a category that admits immigrants from some countries, including Haiti, while those countries are too dangerous to go back to. The Brainy Betrayors said this week that those people should go home.
On the TV screen was what seemed to me to be a slender talking penis with an angry face. But when I focused closer, I could see it more clearly. It was Stephen Miller. So, I actually, I was right in the first place. I did see a dickhead.
This Gentleman Genitalia was defending the Court’s decision by making one of the most insidiously racist arguments I’d ever heard, even from him. He said that going back to Haiti wouldn’t be so bad because, after all, it wasn’t any more dangerous than Chicago where people get killed every day.
It’s important at this point to note that this Dickhead’s own State Department says on its website, “Do not travel to Haiti due to kidnapping, crime, terrorist activity, civil unrest, and limited health care.” That same State Department also ordered all non-emergency U.S. government employees and their family members to leave Haiti due to safety risks. The country is presently under a national state emergency that has been in effect since 2024, and U.S. planes are not allowed to land there.
That doesn’t sound like Chicago to me. I have great friends from Chicago. I have been to Chicago. I know about Chicago. And Dickhead, Chicago ain’t no Haiti.
After Dickhead’s racist, vapid and stupid words, I anxiously awaited a vociferous response from the Governor of Ohio, Mike DeWine, the other guest on the show, who had been listening from the other side of the split screen.
“What do you think, Governor,? The moderator asked.
I moved forward in my seat and thought, “C’mon, Mike. Tear the shit out of this fucker!”
“Well,” Mike said, I don’t think that makes a lot of sense.”
And that was it. This guy had a free shot at the Dickhead and he whiffed. He didn’t even try. He had a putt from one inch to stick it down this asshole’s actual asshole, but no. Not even an attempt. All we got was, “It Doesn’t make a lot of sense.”
Holy shit. If Hitler himself had said to DeWine, “My Concentration Camps aren’t that bad, people get hurt in Chicago, too”, then this spineless King of the Buckeyes would still have responded, “that doesn’t make a lot sense.”
But I’m not just pointing at the Governor. I should have known he was a jellyfish by his looks. Governor DeWine looks like a melding of Elmer Fudd and Mr. Magoo. But the real problem is that DeWine’s cowardice is not unique. The gutlessness of the Republicans (of which Governor DeWine is one) is self-evident. And the Democrat’s, too, are craven in their timidity. Sure, they oppose the policies of The Anointed One but they do so in standard political language – don’t offend; stay calm; always smile; and above all, don’t say what you really feel.
Enough of that. Get pissed.
It’s time for those demure politicians to collect their gold watches and enjoy the richly deserved pensions we pay them. They served their purpose. Many were instrumental in truly making this country a better place. I’m thinking particularly about civil rights. But, they had their time, and its gone.
And now come the election results in New York City where the Democratic Socialists – the angry ones – were the winners. This should not be a surprise. Oh, I know that ordinarily what happens in New York City has as much influence in the rest of the country as the Ten Commandments have in the soul of Donald Trump.
But this is different. These election results do mean something. A whole lot of this country is sick to its stomach about what MAGA is doing. Finally, the New York City voters vomited up that anger, figuratively. Governor DeWinne and his ilk are just swallowing it back down.
It’s time to stop swallowing.
However, here’s the conundrum. There are two things we need to do in order to win: (1) we need to throw up our anger all over the Orange Juliusians; and (2) we need to attract some of those Orange Julius worshippers over to our side. Unfortunately, these are two contradictory aims. The best way to change peoples’ minds about you, is not for you to puke on them, even figuratively.
So, what should we do? Damn if I know. And that’s what make me want to puke.
We were right 