Trump ‘n Hegs: Peace Creates Hate

Trump: We shall have a stirring world again.

Hesgeth: This peace is nothing but to rust iron, increase tailors, breed ballad-makers.

Trump: Let me have war, say I. It exceeds peace as far as day does night. It’s sprightly walking, audible and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.

Hesgeth: ‘Tis so, and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher. So it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

Trump: Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

(Not really Trump and Hegseth – obvi! – but the more well-spoken war-mongering Servingmen in Act IV of Shakespeare’s Corlioanus.)

Time for the Witches

Eight years ago, when Trump first was elected, there was the remarkable Women’s March in New York City, a joyous event attended by 400,000 people.

On Saturday, January 18, a mere 3,000 meandered through Lower Manhattan, now the People’s March, sad calls made to never surrender when they already had.

There is a lack of purpose in confronting Trump 2.0 , the vast majority preferring to doom scroll over engagement. “Is it even safe to protest? What about the counter-demonstrators?” Trump’s Culture of Fear is here, jokes about Canada and Greenland not jokes at all, freedom and individuality at stake, wildfires, hurricanes and flooding to come.

With the oligarchy setting up shop in DC, it isn’t time for identity politics nor inclusion, but for the furies and fates to rise, the sirens and witches to assemble and tear this thing apart.