A message from ICE in keeping with the Holidays...

Happy Birthday, Rod. December 25, 1924. A true icon whose prescient insights we are experiencing today...

Will we EVER learn? This 1942 movie is so hauntingly familiar today...chilling.

Twas the Night Before Christmas:Stephen Miller smiles, counting lives like gifts in a queue. “ICE never stops,” he hums as files go—no angels, no sleigh bells,just quotas and glowing screens. Peace on earth? Pending review. Welcome to the Twilight Zone where goodwill is measured by quotas applied.

Picture, if you will, one Donald J Trump—freshly varnished with a FIFA Peace Prize—declaring war on Venezuela for stolen oil, land, anything to drown out the approaching thunder of the Epstein files. “We have you surrounded,” he roars, as geography whispers: not an island. Cue the Twilight Zone.

The Romans had a saying for this behavior: "Excusatio non petita, accusatio manifesta." Roughly means - excusing things you weren't asked about is tantamount to an admission of guilt.

“I didn’t vote for this,” they cry—shocked their hate had a return address. Crops rot, their neighbors vanish, rights evaporate like dew at dawn. But the signs were there: gulags in the blueprint, jackboots in the foyer. He said he’d be dictator for a day. They just missed the fine print: every day.

Enter a realm where a vacation to Miami now requires your genome,your retina history, Aunt Linda’s address, and every meme you’ve ever liked.Where freedom now travels with a filing cabinet welded to your back. The only thing moving faster than the line is the erosion of whatever freedom used to mean

Does anyone know what's become of Tulsi Gabbard lately?

He does realize that the world's BIGGEST producer of fertilizer is CANADA, doesn't he?? I'm sure farmers will love this. We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. They give us examples every day...

Meet Gianni Infantino, globe-trotting valet to petro-princes,who winked Saudi into the 2034 World Cup, treating human-rights abuses like smudges on his designer glasses. His masterstroke? Awarding Trump a fake peace prize —a glittering trinket of sycophancy fit for the gift shop of the Twilight Zone

In tonight’s episode of the Twilight Zone, Steven Cheung marvels at Trump “working” at 7pm — the same man whose mornings start after noon and nights end in rage-tweets. Prisoner escapee Frank Morris fooled Alcatraz guards with a dummy in bed; Trump fools his loyalists with a dummy at a desk.

Welcome to Geopolitics for the Bewildered: our orange felon brands Canada a “vassal state,” missing the memo that Ottawa ghosted him ages ago. He cosplays Cold War strongman as Canada’s off trading with grown-ups, forging new defense alliances. Not rage—just the exquisite sting of not caring anymore

In the dystopian world of Trump 2.0, where violent insurrectionists are freed, and innocent people can be detained and disappear on a mere accusation, I am increasingly reminded of a quote by Peru's General Óscar Benavides: “For my friends, everything; for my enemies, the law!"

Republicans let simple messaging drive poll numbers, while Dem leadership let's data and poll numbers drive messaging...by the time all the analysis and navel gazing is done, the urgency of the moment - the urgency to call them out on their lies, is over.

We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. They give us examples every day...

Trump Math: Let's see now, that's eight wars ended...minus a raft of trade wars started ... minus Venezuela imminent...minus Gaza resurging...minus Albania vs Azerbaijan never happened...minus... hmmm.🤔

A "stable genius" who thought slapping tariffs like stickers on a garage sale would make the world rush to invest in America-trade wars were "easy to win". But alas, investors prefer stability over a tantrum-prone despot who rewrites rules on a whim. Who could’ve seen that coming? Oh right—everyone.

Through the gloom cast by a tangerine tyrant—truth throttled, prices climbing like panic, grifters grazing freely, allies ditched, neighbors erased—comes the growing clatter of defiance. In those cracks, a pulse of hope: "we the people", not tyrants, will shape our fate. - Happy Thanksgiving to all!

The faint rumble you hear isn’t thunder—it’s the dam of public opinion cracking open. When it blows like a torrent, no bargain-bin DOJ, no spray-tanned strongman, nor his groveling court jesters will keep the flood from washing their circus clean. Soon, the day of reckoning will be upon us.

Picture, if you will, Lady Liberty revising her script: “Give me your tired steaks, your huddled debts, your worthless pesos wheezing on life support.” And behold—Washington, ever generous—cutting a $40 billion check for Argentina’s bargain-bin apocalypse. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

Tonight’s episode of The Twilight Zone: Scott Bessent warns of South American migrants herding rogue cattle across the Rio Grande like a B-rated John Wayne flick, unleashing cut-rate beef and mystery plagues across the land. Welcome to America’s newest fear: hoof and hysteria disease. Northward Ho!

Behold a once-mighty nation, now adrift. It severed ties, shunned allies, and gutted safeguards—believing itself untouchable. But as crisis comes. It calls for help… and hears only echoes. Bridges burned, favors unreturned. And karma? She wears your colors now. It's Karma- Twilight Zone style...

This week's episode: "The Art of Appeasement": Donald Trump learns that if you squeeze hard enough, Chuck Schumer will hand you the candy store. A betrayal for the ages—pain for the many, privilege for the few—courtesy of Professor Charles Ellis Schumer, tenured in the politics of surrender.

Imagine a world where your order of a Big Mac, fries, and a Coke on DoorDash comes with a complementary copy of GDP, inflation, and labor stats as well. Where your lunch is now part of the national economic report—since the White House fired the economists and outsourced analytics to Ronald McDonald

Tonight’s special from the Twilight Zone: the White House now cites DoorDash for economic data—because nothing says fiscal credibility like fries with your forecast. What’s next? Basing GDP on GrubHub? Inflation reports by Uber Eats? In this Twilight Zone,the data arrives lukewarm and overcharged.

Breaking news from-The Twilight Zone: Italy threatens to yank its noodles from American shelves. No more pasta! We say "basta!" Gone our rotini—twisted like our fate. The pain of no penne, clever ads say no to gnocchi! To the ramparts, patriots! —our last supper? Pass the ragu and hold the linguine

Tonight’s feature: Tarantino’s "The Hateful Eight – Senate Edition". Eight self-styled "heroes" holed up in the Capitol, cutting a backroom deal with the unappeasable while a public bleeds outside. Spoiler alert: everyone’s betrayed by the end—except greed. It rides off smiling into the snow.

Democrats keep chasing the mirage of bipartisanship, reaching across an aisle that no longer exists. In a world where olive branches are firewood, hoping to appease the unappeasable,- find common ground with a tyrant. History? It won't just ask what MAGA destroyed - it'll ask what Democrats allowed.

Folks, step right up to Trump’s 50-year mortgage: pay till you die, and the bank still gets the house. It’s like serfdom, but with closing costs. Only a con man this seasoned could sell debt slavery as the American Dream!— one balloon payment away from eternity and he'll throw in the Ginsu knives!

Imagine, if you will, a gilded cage—spacious, opulent, yet insatiable. Inside, a voracious man with ten fortunes claws for an eleventh, not from need, but from FEAR: yes, fear that someone, somewhere, might have more. Welcome to America, Trump 2.0, where greed isn’t a sin—it’s a campaign platform.

Enter Donald J Trump, aka- "The Teflon Don"—bulletproof, impeach-proof, felony-flecked—is spiraling toward an Icarus moment, wings scorched by Epstein’s ghost. The narrative’s slipping, the scapegoats dwindling. Could it be... accountability at last? Or just another rerun from Hell’s syndicate?

Tonight’s horror feature: “The Phantom of Wall Street.” starring Bill Ackman, corporate drama queen, trembling in his penthouse, as he watches democracy rise from the dead. Mamdani wins, and suddenly the billionaire prophet of profit is up late ghostwriting Trump’s next rant about socialism in SoHo.

Meet "Don" Trump, capo of the MAGA crime family. Truth? Sleeps with the fishes. Enforcers? How about 1500 freed insurrectionists! Disloyalty? You take a trip… under the bus. His message? An offer you can’t refuse- even if it's a lie. Musk may have more money, but Don? He owns the attention racket!

It's not that America doesn't have the capacity to feed the poor...it's that it will never have enough to satiate the rich. Welcome to the Oligarchy that is our new reality...

Meet MAGA Sam, about to learn fascism’s cruel lesson: it devours its own. At first, the punishments are not for the faithful but for “them.” Then come the job losses, the silenced voices,the disappearances, the shrinking freedoms—until the beast he fed turns,hungry still, and finds Sam on the menu.

Imagine,if you will: Laura Loomer—Trump’s Botoxed Rasputin, hissing conspiracies, frothing hatred, and basking in her delusion of power. A carnival ghoul in dark robes, as welcome as a flesh eating virus at a family picnic, proving that extremism not only survives—it gets facelifts. Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween- from that cheap Nosferatu knock-off, Stephen Miller...🎃👻👽

A Public Service Message to all entering MAGA territory about adjusting your clocks...

There's nothing like putting Trump in an unfamiliar position - on the defensive. The more he denies, the more ridiculous he looks...and the more free publicity Doug Ford gets. You can't buy this kind of exposure. And the more he protests, the more Reagan's entire speech gets played. Genius!

Trump's fuel? Attention. Trump's Kryptonite? Accountability. So tie every lie, grift, and broken promise back to him- not to "politics as usual" or "Trump will be Trump", but to him. The man who ran on “only I can fix it” and has spent every waking moment breaking things—and blaming someone else.

To all MAGAs: It was never about the price of eggs...rather it's all about the fact that Trump validates your prejudices and hatred... "I'm just one of the guys, like you!" His mantra... Simply put- he hates who you hate... And in a fascist world of "us vs them", you are now becoming the "them"!

OMG, you gotta love this. California (Newsome) and Ontario (Ford), the two largest economies in their respective countries team up in a friendly World Series wager that's also thinly veiled poke in DJTs eye. So funny. Gotta love these guys...video on YouTube.

This free publicity exposing the "emperor has no clothes" when it comes to the devastating effects of tariffs, looks like a stroke of marketing genius by Ontario premier Doug Ford. Trump's batshit denial, is worth way more than Ford's $75M ad campaign in red states. Way to go, Doug!

As you know, I'm a huge fan of Rod Serling, and this to me, in Rod's own words, says it all...