A song of my youth as relevant today as when it was first released by Barry McGuire in 1965... “Eve of Destruction" a generational anthem, isn’t subtle—it’s basically a lyrical alarm bell screaming that the world is flirting with catastrophe. The props have changed, but the stage is eerily familiar.

Trump Sycophant of the Week: Meet Vice President, JD Vance—or whatever he calls himself these days. Savior of hypothetical BBQ-bound beagles, scourge of NATO and European allies, eyeliner enthusiast. A hillbilly Hamlet auditioning for power. A patriot by rebrand, populist by polling memo.

Somewhere between prophecy and punchline lives a man forever “two weeks away”—a horizon that recedes on command. And now, in a twist of cosmic irony, he’s found a partner, a simpleton, who mistakes echoes for insight. In this Twilight Zone episode, doom is scheduled..again, for two weeks from never

Can we have a word with you, Mr Miller?...Mr Miller?...

Consider a realm where eyes are ornamental, ears are decorative, and truth arrives pre-packaged—personally signed, sealed, and aggressively redefined by one man who insists on determining your truth. In Trump's world of "fake news", reality is merely a hostage. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

A “master deal maker” who mistakes extortion for negotiation sets his own deadline,then threatens to erase a civilization if his demands aren't met. Not diplomacy—just a gilded mob style shakedown. The Oval Office, now a backroom. The bully pulpit, now a cudgel. The world watches-as madness reigns

OMG, even Rod is laughing his head off! Those zany Iranians are a real hoot!

A sunset bleeding gold across the sky, a kite dancing in the wind, children laughing like bells in summer. For a breath, the world remembers how peace feels. Then the spell breaks… a voice, a headline, a name—Donald Trump. And just like that...the nightmare resumes. Fu*k you Donald Trump!

Trump created a narrative of "us versus them", to his followers,where punishment was reserved for them but not for "us". The mirror of Fascism flatters, basking in consequence-free cruelty—until the beast needs fresh meat. Alas,the dragon turns it's gaze inward and the "us" turns into the "them"

TODAY'S FUN FACT from the Twilight Zone of irony: Donnie's dad full name was Fred Christ Trump—yes, that Christ. Imagine the contractor invoices: “For the love of Christ, Fred, pay up.” Or renters: “For Christ’s sake Fred, another rent hike? Did the loaves and fishes clause get lost in the lease?”

Interesting morning reading with my soggy Cheerios...

Donald J Trump, a man who mistakes bullying for brilliance, extortion for “the art of the deal.” In his mirror, a titan negotiator; in reality, a thin-skinned tyrant allergic to dissent—diagnosed as “fake news.” The price? A nation, and the world at large,paying for his delusion. Message to Trump:

Try Preparation H—Presidential Edition: For that chronic, inflamed national irritation that just won’t go away. Guaranteed to shrink the problem, even when it keeps talking. Side effects: verbal diarrhea, truth aversion,orange residue, late-night ranting, illusions of greatness. Apply liberally.

Donnie meets Big Beautiful Bill...

We could give up and resign ourselves to be Germany, 1933- OR - we can rise up and be more like France 1789. This is our moment! Happy No Kings Day!

Picture, if you will, a gilded court where reality is deep-fried and truth comes with extra salt. Behold the Faux-King Moron—ketchup in flight, lies on tap—reigning supreme in a fantasy of his own design, while the world burns just beyond his menu. America says- enough! Happy No Kings Day.

BREAKING NEWS: The latest Pennsylvania poll shows John Fetterman to be less popular than a flesh eating virus at a family picnic!

Hey look! It's Donny Quixote and his loyal lapdog, Sancho Panza (aka "Little Marco "). "Nobody knows more about windmills than me!" -Donald J. Trump

Behold Donald J Trump, a tangerine colored moron who ran on "only I can fix it!" yet has spent every waking moment breaking things and blaming someone else. Allies scorned by his puerile bravado, he's about to learn his hatred and foolish military adventurism has a return address courtesy of Iran.

US Mint to begin producing Trump commemorative coin...

In the dim corridors of the Twilight Zone of statecraft: a real-estate envoy named Steve “Twitkoff” Witkoff and hollow-eyed fellow profiteer, Jared Kushner, pass Kremlin whispers to a president as gospel. The intelligence—fiction. The war—real. The tragedy—measured in lives. Russia- cracks a smile.

Something to complement my soggy Cheerios this morning...

“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.

Ah, the semi annual ritual of the clocks. DST or EST..., oh what to chose. How about DJT? As in it's time for regime change in America! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER!

We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity, vile racism and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. Each day is a kaleidoscope of chaos.

Trump Sycophant of the Week: (Collect all) Marco Rubio (aka:"Little Marco"),now Secretary of State in search of a spine. On Operation Epic Fury, he flips faster than a coin in a rigged fountain. Watch closely as ambition devours principle. He's less statesman, more an Etch A Sketch with cufflinks

A regime change we can all support.

Trump responds to one thing- the reactions of his base and key backers. Attention is his fuel. Accountability is his kryptonite. He has no strategy or defined end game and is already looking for possible off ramps. This time those ramps may be blocked with the bodies of servicemen and innocents.

Both Milquetoast and Soggy Cheerios were last seen clutching their pearls as they consulted with Susan Collins for advice on how to write a sternly worded letter.

Hey look! It's Milquetoast meets Soggy Cheerios—steering the ship with all the courage of a chipmunk crossing the interstate!

In the Twilight Zone of American politics, Lindsey Graham once barked at Trump — now he’s crooning “God bless you, sir” as the madcap Iranian "Operation Epic Fury" adventure unfolds. Yesterday’s warning becomes today’s benediction. Profile in courage? No—more like profile in contortion.

Trump Sycophant of the Week: Meet Vice President, JD Vance—or whatever he calls himself these days. Savior of hypothetical BBQ-bound beagles, scourge of NATO and European allies, eyeliner enthusiast. A hillbilly Hamlet auditioning for power. A patriot by rebrand, populist by polling memo.

US Mint issues designs for a new 47 cent coin honoring the malignant narcissist.

Old Jacob Marley was on to something...

Trump Sycophant of the Week: Meet Tulsi Gabbard,a skunk haired Russian asset now minding the nation's secrets. When she's not batting eyelashes toward Vladimir Putin, she spending her off time making cameo appearances on RT and haunting Georgia Elections offices like democracy’s perfume tester

Trump created a narrative of "us versus them", to his followers, where punishment was reserved for others (immigrants, trans etc)- not for "us". But the painful lesson of Fascism is ultimately the dragon turns it's gaze inward and the "us" turns into the "them". Welcome to Trump 2.0.

So here we are- Idiocracy meets 1984. Napoleon the pig rebooted as President Camacho, spray-tanned and slogan-stuffed, ruling the barnyard via reality TV. Democracy’s sequel now streams in 4K—brought to you by fear, stupidity, and the letter "T" . Welcome to the dystopian world that is Trump 2.0.

Behold Trump’s Board of Peace: a gold-plated menagerie of autocrats, con men, and Olympic-grade grovelers, each paying a billion-dollar cover to flatter the painted ringmaster. The debut act of this rogues gallery in the name of tranquility? -War with Iran. Naturally! Harmony, now sold separately.

Trump Sycophant of the Week: Collect 'em all! Meet HOWARD LUTNICK (aka Nutlick). High on tariffs and even higher on his own ego. This obsequious knucklehead takes "family trips" to EPSTEIN Island like it was Disney World. Nannies beware!

Meet Defense chief Pete Hegseth, a man who treats national security like a family group chat. His “Defense Huddle” features his wife, his bro, and his lawyer—because who needs clearances when you’ve got vibes? Hobby: bombing defenseless fishing boats and collecting tattoos like merit badges.

One year ago, before we became a country inured to this kaleidoscope of chaos and corruption, I posted a hauntingly prescient 5 Part series called: "The Art of the Steal: Donald Trump and the Demise of American Democracy". Below is the chilling Prologue to that series. Well worth the read...

"Schumer on DHS reforms: "I believe Republicans will have no choice but to go along with us because it's so common sense" Hey look! It's like Milquetoast meets Soggy Cheerios—steering the ship with all the courage of a chipmunk crossing the interstate.

This week's Trump Sycophants of the Week: Pam Bondi—the Peter Principle in pearls: an icy stare frosting over incompetence, mistaking the DOJ for Trump’s law firm. Tom Homan- a sentient slab of brisket with eyes. Kristi Noem- a botoxed cosplaying novice, tough on dogs, migrants.Softer on reality

Trump Sycophants of the Week: Meet : Steve Bannon, looking like an abused Chucky doll left near a radiation leak. Stephen Miller-a cheap Nosferatu knock off as welcome as a flesh eating virus at a family picnic RFKjr- a microwaved Mel Gibson Kash Patel- a bug eyed sentinel of selective reality

We must never lose our capacity to be shocked by the sheer stupidity, vile racism and rank ignorance of one Donald J. Trump and his obsequious sycophants. They give us examples so called "fake outrage", every day...

Elon Musk, philosopher-king of the tech bros, declares "empathy" a design flaw. Buoyed by a sense of hubris, is the day arriving when he flies too close to the algorithmic sun and meets his Icarus moment? Here,he learns the final patch update: Karma doesn’t do customer support. End of scene...

America,a nation where bootlicking is the new patriotism, where sycophants shed their shame like gators shed their skin, slithering toward the golden idol of grievance. Each day, the abnormal becomes normal, and democracy gasps for air—suffocated by the adoring hands of its own red tied executioner

You've seen the Melania movie, now collect the Melania action figure! So versatile, it doubles as a floor lamp! Batteries not included.

Blimey! Looks like old Marley was on to something...