Hands off! then f**k off.
Yesterday, April 5, 2025, was glorious, a balm for the battered souls of Americans who’ve been terrorized by this administration every day since he raised his tiny orange hand and lied to our faces, swearing to shit on our Constitution, not protect it. Hands off our social security! Hands off our liberty! Hands off our medicare, medicaid, taxes, alliances, institutions, rights, democracy, schools, bodies, freedoms, due process…and the list goes on.
Every day we wake up to a fresh horror. ICE knocking on doors in search of imagined enemies, dragging third graders from their homes in handcuffs and detaining them for hours with suspected criminals (Sackets Harbor, NY. check it out).
None of it is surprising. Well, the cruelty and ruthlessness of ICE, maybe. That is N@zi brownshirt shit right there. But to those of us who actually paid attention to the Project 2025 agenda prior to the election in November, the majority of these actions were expected, but hurt the soul nonetheless. We’re watching our rights and 401k’s disappear, as our democratic institutions explode before our eyes. We common folk watch and feel powerless as the billionaire class basks in the chaos.
It’ll hurt them eventually. No one is immune from the wrecking ball in motion, swung by the Heritage Foundation (behind Project 2025) and the most ignorant septuagenerian moral cesspool of a president this country has ever endured. When Trump’s tariffs take full effect and these billionaires have been kicked in the balls and balance sheet, they’ll humiliate themselves, bending the knee, bowing and scraping to Trump, swearing their loyalty to him in exchange for an end to their ‘suffering.’ Their poor stock portfolios, sad sinking profits. “Oh, Dear Leader, lift the tariffs and restore our bank accounts.” And Trump will do it for them, reminding them daily that they owe him their fealty, their loyalty to a man without honor.
Mark my words, those billionaires (the few who haven’t already) will fold, welcoming fascism with their arms outstretched, without blinking an eye. Because now it affects them. Now they feel the pain. And that matters more to them than our democracy. Our suffering. Greed and sloth. Musk and Trump. The oligarchy.
Let’s pray (if you’re the praying kind) there’s something left to preserve and defend on January 20, 2029 (god, that feels like forever right now). Let’s take an oath to each other to do everything within our power to defend the Constitution of the United States. Attend those rallies, write those letters, make those phone calls, spread accurate information, call out every corrupt act committed by this administration and hold your representatives’ feet to the fire. They all need to take a page out of John Lewis and Cory Booker’s book and make some good fucking trouble on the floor of the House and Senate, emphasis on trouble, because tonight I’m sick and tired of them playing by rules that no longer exist.
I will honor my first amendment right to peacefully protest, my voice dripping with rage, expelling every ounce that’s been building up inside of me since November. Screaming at the top of my lungs, Hey! Ho! Donald Trump has got to go! and THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE! until my vocal chords are shredded. Doing something, anything, is cathartic and who doesn’t need a little catharsis at this point?
SAVE THE DATE: APRIL 19, 2025. Our next mass movement. Bring your friends and family. Let our voices reach critical mass. Force them to hear US and feel our pain. Every. Single. Day. Until the day their fascist regime crumbles.
