What is the one thing that would cause you to take up arms against your neighbors? The answer, the abduction of your children. I may have nightmares for saying this, but Trump is maniacally brilliant. He is orchestrating Alex Jones’s fever dreams of a second civil war. No, I do not believe Alex Jones, who has raised more false flags than a banana republic, predictions of civil war, but his media communication with the President was his [Jones] stroke of genius. Those of you living in the real world may not have heard Jones predicting a liberal uprising rivaling the America Civil War set for this past Fourth of July. The Fourth came and went and the republic survived. It even sparked a set of funny internet memes that mocked Jones, Ken Burns style, with the use, of the # the Second Civil War Letters.
I laughed out loud until I remembered Trump was backed by and appeared on Jones’s program…
Trump has long imitated some of the downright craziness of Jones. Trump has postured the death of health department officials as part of the cover-up to bolster Trump’s assertion of a non-existent Obama birth certificate. He agreed with Jones’s touting of Hillary Clinton’s so-called brain damage and secret cabals of Muslims celebrating on rooftops after the 9/11 attacks. These things were dangerously delusional and even more perilous coming from the now President of the United States. Trump is desperately looking to change the visual narrative of crying children being taken away from their parents and marched off in matching blue fleece sweat suits to confinement cages.
As far-fetched as it may seem, his solution is to start a faux Latino rebellion. Of course, it would not be real, just people justifiably mad, anxious and fearful of permanent separation from their kids but think of the pictures. Sirens, screams, and shouts blaring from your living room flat screens after a hard day’s work. Latinos shouting, pushing and fighting against the gleaming American riot helmets representing the righteousness of American authority. The media will inevitably describe it, as us against them, just what Trump wants.
Again, I know this sounds way out of the realm of possibility, but America has stood on the myth of its moral haunches in the past and said, “this cannot happen here.” Think of it, what better way to provoke people into retaliating than to abuse their children. Which of you would not move heaven and earth to protect your kids? This has never been about deterrents or border security, it has always been about rabble-rousing the American right and accomplishing Trump’s allegory of the machete-wielding rapist; selling drugs to every white school kid in America. I would fight for America if that were true, but it is a dream to cleanse the “Homeland,” by an autocrat. Trump knows exactly when and how to be deplorable and he offers a basket of soured goodies to those willing to follow.
Trump does care about what people think of him, it is the only genuine thing in his life, his problem is that he does not care to think about other people. Over the past three days, videos are leaking out of kids being marched into holding tanks and converted spaces vastly under-equipped for children. Rumors of DNA testing and child interrogations, to try and find the parents of frightened children, has revealed the open secret that my United States Government has slipped into unfettered fascism, this sounds a lot like stories from Hitler’s Germany. For all the accusations of hyperbolic language being tossed around, the Trump diehards cannot escape the fact that what is happening is true. The next time you see a crying mother, an angry father or a distraught child emoting in a foreign language, remember Trump is recruiting his public relations army, to spark a rebellion.
Using phrases like infest, vermin, rapist, gangs, murderers and drug dealers are meant as a call to violence, not a call to peace. Donald Trump still talks about the towering monument to himself he wants to build, THE WALL. As part of his continued dream, he envisions a “big beautiful door,” gold-plated, I am sure.
In Washington, DC where I grew up when you went from elementary school to 7th grade, you went through a promotion ceremony much like high school graduation. One of the traditions was to sing an inspirational song selected by the class and approved by the faculty. My class chose Irving Berlin’s adaptation of, Give me your tired, your poor. The song ended with the words, “I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” That, my friends, is the America we need to make great again.
Vote in ’18 for Change.