Tag: Fuck MAGA Fuck Trump

Things Are Dark Politically In The USA (Yet Again)

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I don’t know what to tell you, folks. It definitely seems as though if you have the means to get out of the country, you should. Trump is talking about “nationalizing” elections and I think soon enough the country is going to implode politically into a Russian-style fascist state.

Oh well. It was nice living in a liberal democracy while it lasted, I guess.

I feel so powerless. There’s just nothing I can do anytime soon to fix this particular problem. I guess when our AI Robot overlords take over soon(?) maybe I can advise them as to how to fix all this mess.

But until then, I just have to keep my head down and my mouth open to be a loudmouth crank as usual.

I’m Going To Pop A Gasket If Trump Tears Down The Kennedy Center

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Let me begin by saying I’m totally powerless to do anything about Trump potentially tearing down or otherwise destroying The Kennedy Center. All I can do is just vent on social media.

No on listens to me — especially no one immediately connected to me — so I can’t expect to change *anyone’s* minds on the matter. The MAGA people I know are absolutely MAGA and that’s that.

Or even if they were alarmed at Trump tearing down / burning down The Kennedy Center, they sure as hell wouldn’t get me the satisfaction of telling me personally.

Anyway, two years is a loooooonnnnnnggggg time for Trump to do all sorts of untoward things against iconic The Kennedy Center building. I fully expect to wake up one day and it’s just….gone.

My Hunch On Where Trump’s Fixation On The Kennedy Center Comes From

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Trump seems absolutely obsessed with destroying The Kennedy Center. My hunch for why this is comes from the fact that he was stopped at the last moment in his first term from remaking it in his own image.

As such, now that he’s back in power, he feels like he can stick it to the elites by pretty much destroying the place. I am a little nervous that there might be an “accidental” fire during its “renovation” that allows Trump to totally rebuild it into some garish edifice that he, personally, likes.

Who knows. All I know is things are fucking dark these days and only going to get much, much darker as we swerve into a troubling future.

‘ICE Off Our Streets’ — Lyrics To A Folk-Rock Protest Song Written By ChatGPT

🎸 Ice Off Our Streets 🎸

(Verse 1 — driving, gritty)
Some folks call it law and order,
Rolling heavy through our town,
Ice boots stomping on the pavement,
Citizens get dragged down.
A woman in her car, just living her life,
Shot down on a frozen Minneapolis street,
They said she was a threat — man, that explanation’s cheap.
They say they came to protect — we saw a body fall,
Renee Good won’t breathe again — that’s the cost of it all.

(Chorus — punchy, pointed)
Ice off our streets — they don’t protect or serve,
Ice off our streets — justice we reserve.
Ice off our streets — no more killing here,
Don’t want your fear — ice off our streets!

(Verse 2 — searing truth)
Then another Sunday morning,
Neighbors out to film the scene,
Alex stood to see what truth looked like,
But they stepped in with their machine.
Sprayed him, shoved him down — then rounds rang out,
Ten shots fired in a flash — and then the crowd cried out.
A nurse with no record, a citizen with a voice,
Now he’s just another name they tried to justify.
They call for calm while tension grows,
But every lie just fuels the cries,
People marching through Minneapolis
With truth burning in their eyes.

(Chorus — louder)
Ice off our streets — they don’t protect or serve,
Ice off our streets — justice we reserve.
Ice off our streets — no more killing here,
Don’t want your fear — ice off our streets!

(Bridge — shaking off complacency)
Oh, they’ll high-hat with their statements,
Spin the story every way,
But we saw what we saw
In the cold light of day.
We won’t stand still while our neighbors fall,
And we won’t be quiet when justice calls!

(Final Chorus — defiant)
Ice off our streets — hear the people roar,
Ice off our streets — peace is what we’re for.
Ice off our streets — not another soul,
Ice off our streets — that’s our rock-and-roll!

(Outro — spoken over fading chords)
Yeah… ice off our streets… can’t you see?
Justice isn’t something that’s given —
It’s something we take back.

Minneapolis Is A Turning Point, But…

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

While I do agree that what’s going on in Minneapolis is a “turning point,” I just don’t see it as anything that might lead to the downfall of Trumplandia. We’re stuck with MAGA for decades to come.

We’re just fucked.

The only way we get rid of MAGA is if Blues win a revolution or civil war and I just don’t want to go through that. So, lulz? I guess I just need to wrap up this novel I’m working on, hope I can sell it and get the fuck out of this country.

Don Lemon Is A Martyr Now

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Oh boy. Trump really screwed up by arresting Don Lemon. He’s just the type of guy who will be able to make himself a media martyr. Of course, this happens in the context of the US zooming towards an autocratic state.

But who knows what happens next. I can’t predict the future. Maybe this will seem like just a blip on our march to an autocratic state. My fear, of course, is that this is just the beginning.

My fear is that Trump will go after people like Stephen Colbert in a more direct way. Maybe that would be enough to get Colbert to run for president. Which, come to think of it, we have to accept that Trump is going to arrest whomever becomes the Democratic front runner in 2028.

That’s just accepted fact at this point.

‘Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.’ — JFK

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Politically, the USA is in a luminal space. We have a nasty fascist staph infection that is only getting worse by the day. And, as such, I just don’t see us having free-and-fair elections ever again.

And, with that in mind, I do think there is a greater-than-zero chance of a revolution / civil war in the USA between late 2026 and early 2029.

I have said such things repeatedly in the past and nothing happened. And I can’t promise you I’ll get it right this time — I sure hope I don’t. The American population is just too blasé, too copacetic. I would be stunned if they did anything untoward like a revolution or civil war.

What’s more likely to happen is we’ll implode politically into a “zombie” democracy like they have in Hungary or Russia and probably Trump will divide the world up between the US, China and Russia.

And that, as they say, will be that.

Good luck, folks. Get out if you can.

The SAVE Act Will Mean The End of American Democracy

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Now, obviously there is the issue of the filibuster in the Senate…and…yet…I suspect the fucking SAVE Act is going to pass one way or another. This is an act that pretty much makes it so difficult to vote that even married women will be disenfranchised.

As such, I think there won’t be free-and-fair elections in 2026 — if ever again.

Somehow, someway, MAGA Republicans will pass the SAVE Act, despite the prospect of the filibuster and the US will become a “managed democracy” like Hungary or Russia.

And, before you know it, ICE will crash through my door and murder me in cold blood. Lulz!

‘Street Screams’ — Lyrics To A Folk-Pop Protest Song In The Style of Neil Young Written By ChatGPT

🎸 Street Screams 🎸

(Verse 1 — raw and pointed)
Oh, the frost lies thick on Nicollet,
Where they said protect and serve,
But a mother tried to turn her wheels,
And a bullet found its nerve.
Renée was just observing,
Not a threat, not a flame,
Three shots in a snowy street —
And they washed away her name.

(Chorus — ringing, hard truth)
Street screams, the cold winds blowing,
Truth buried while the lies keep growing.
Street screams, in a town once free,
They took our neighbors — now they echo streets.

(Verse 2 — steady and biting)
Then came the morning sun,
A nurse with a camera in his hand,
He stood to see what justice looked like,
Ice boots tearing at this land.
They peppered down his spirit,
Pinned him in the snow —
Ten shots rang out before he could breathe,
And the city watched the show.

(Chorus — stronger)
Street screams, in the frozen morning,
Fear unmasked by the cold and warning.
Street screams, hear the people plea,
Two gone — and the truth ain’t free.

(Bridge — reflective, uneasy)
Oh, they’ll tell you it’s complicated,
They’ll hide behind the badge,
But we saw the tape, saw the fear,
Saw the fire in their hands.
And we won’t forget these faces,
Won’t let this story fade —
Not in the alleys of this city,
Not in the songs we’ve made.

(Final Chorus — urgent)
Street screams, don’t silence crying,
Raise your voice, no more denying.
Street screams, till justice gleams,
We remember what we saw — America, hear our street screams.

‘Don’t Tread On Me’ Lyrics To A Prince-Like Protest Song Written by ChatGPT

🎵 Don’t Tread On Me 🎵

(Verse 1 — spoken-singing, sharp and direct)
U.S. streets lit by protest lights,
Minneapolis winter, frozen fights.
They said protect and they said serve,
Then rubber bullets choke our nerves.
Renée, a mom, just trying to observe,
Three shots in the snow — got the city stirred.
They said she tried to hit an ICE boot — bull-**** on the reel,
Video don’t lie — you know just how we feel.

(Chorus — detached but cutting)
Don’t tread on me, don’t tread on me,
But they came down here like stormy seas.
Don’t tread on me, don’t tread on me,
Two lives lost so the powers could breathe.

(Verse 2 — urgency builds)
Then Alex, an ICU nurse with a heart so real,
Holding up a phone, trying to calm the wheels.
They shoved him down, sprayed him hard,
Then bullets flew — oh, they hit their mark.
Federal boots on Nicollet Ave,
Two federal shootings in just one month.
They say he was armed — we saw the tape,
Wrong narrative — now we gape.

(Bridge — blunt, rhythmic)
White coats, black hoods, they patrol the street,
But justice can’t walk where lies meet heat.
Court orders and restraining walls,
Minnesota cries as another voice calls.

(Chorus — louder, more biting)
Don’t tread on me, don’t tread on me,
The snow turned red and the cameras see.
Don’t tread on me, don’t tread on me,
Truth’s in the streets — not in policy.

(Outro — echo, almost whispered)
And if they walk away like it’s routine,
Remember every name in the cold winter scene.
Don’t tread on me — don’t tread on we.