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Fifty Ways to Lose Your Congressman – Video

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If you are from a district where your congressional representative votes for everything the current administration puts in front of them, go to their town hall meetings. If they are still brave enough to hold them. Write letters. Make calls. Send emails. Be polite. Vulgarity and profanity is the fast lane to the trash, physical and digital alike.

The Long View From 1964 – Do Not Get Into Political Arguments. It’s Not Worth It. – Video

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In the film WarGames, the computer WOPR — also known as Joshua — was asked to play tic-tac-toe after nearly launching a nuclear war. Running through every possible scenario it reached the only honest conclusion available.

WINNER: NONE.

The Ash Didn’t Disappear

I was seven years old, an American officer’s son, when I walked through Dachau.

I remember the ovens. I remember the showers. I remember the stains still on the walls. I remember the ash piles,  this was 1954, nine years after liberation, and the ash still hadn’t disappeared. It had not yet soaked completely into the dirt.

If you think seven years old is too young to remember something like that, you don’t know a child whose memory is a video recorder without an erase feature.

As I grew older I could never understand how the German people had allowed it to happen. How ordinary men and women watched it unfold and did nothing. How a civilization that produced Beethoven and Goethe looked away while the ovens ran.

I am getting a better understanding these days.

Ignorance and apathy go a long way. Distance from history plays a large role as well. And the road has to stretch far enough that the people who remember are gone before the circle closes.

But not all of us are gone.

My father was stationed in postwar Germany, Army Corps of Engineers officially. When you read through his documents as an adult he appears to have played larger roles — why else would his pancreatic cancer have been attributed to White Sands testing? He was 6’2″, quiet, decorated. Purple Hearts. Bronze Star. Never talked about any of it.

Dachau was probably a Saturday or Sunday outing. Dad, Mom, my brother and I. Before the monuments, before the cleanup, before the ash was removed or fully absorbed. Just the ovens and the showers and the stains and the silence of a place where the horror was still present enough to touch.

We went home afterward. I honestly don’t remember if we were still driving the 1951 red Ford convertible my mother had bought when my father turned his back and left for Germany, or the new 1955 Austin Healey,  all red, red leather, red top. Either way there were four of us, none of us small, a full sized long haired dachshund, and a very little car touring a lot of postwar Germany. One of us boys on the padded hump, the other between Mom’s legs, the dog on the floorboard. I don’t remember any of us complaining much.

But I am drifting from what brought me here.

A brief history is in order.

On February 27, 1933, the German Reichstag building burned. Within hours Hitler’s government blamed the Communists. The following day the Reichstag Fire Decree suspended civil liberties across Germany. Within weeks political opponents were being arrested for using their voices to warn about the man in power.

Whether the fire was set by the Nazis themselves remains disputed. What is not disputed is what they did with it. The crisis,  real or manufactured,  became the mechanism. The emergency became the justification. And by the time people understood what was happening the machinery was already running.

We don’t need to know who fired the shots at the White House Correspondents Dinner. What matters is what came immediately after.

The White House Press Secretary,  who by any reasonable standard should have been on maternity leave,  delivered remarks that directly attacked the First Amendment. What we say going forward will not be treated as political commentary. It will be treated as slander. As sedition.

This was delivered shortly after the Department of Justice had been instructed to explore reinstating firing squads as a form of capital punishment.

I am not speculating about the shooting. I am not attributing motive. I am simply observing the sequence. Crisis. Immediate response. Threats against speech. Escalating consequences for dissent.

I have seen this sequence before.

Not in a textbook. In the dirt. In the ash that hadn’t yet disappeared nine years after the fact.

We look at history as a linear line. We open the textbook at the beginning and work forward to where we are standing. But I cannot help feeling, standing on this hill in time and looking at that line from the side, that it has taken a detour and made a circle back onto itself.

The problem is that the road stretched far enough that most of the people who would recognize the circle have died.

But not all of us.

I walked through Dachau at eight years old. The ash was still there.

I am still here too.

And I remember everything.

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The Chaos Candidate Part 2 of 2

The Chaos Candidate

Part Two: Nobody Gets to Succeed Him

The Heir Problem

Every president, even those who serve two full terms, eventually hands power to someone. The American system is built on this assumption. Parties groom successors. Vice presidents position themselves. Cabinets members quietly build their own profiles. This is normal. This is healthy. This is how democracies renew themselves.

Look at what is happening to JD Vance. He was selected as the heir apparent, young, ideologically aligned, capable of carrying the movement forward. Watch how that has evolved. Watch how often he is sent to deliver messages that put him in impossible positions. Watch how the credit for anything successful flows upward while the exposure for anything uncomfortable flows toward him. This is not accidental staff management. This is deliberate political neutering.

Marco Rubio came into this administration with more foreign policy credibility than almost anyone in the Republican Party. He is a serious man who knows the world. Watch what has happened to his role. Watch the negotiations he is sent to conduct with insufficient authority to deliver results. Watch the sidelines he increasingly occupies on decisions that should be his by portfolio. The diminishment is quiet but it is consistent.

The pattern is not hard to see once you are looking for it. Nobody around this president is allowed to accumulate enough independent political gravity to pose a succession question. Not because he is term-limited out in 2028 and succession is therefore theoretical. Because the movement itself cannot have a face other than his face. The chaos requires a singular author.

Nobody around this president is allowed to accumulate enough independent political gravity to pose a succession question. The chaos requires a singular author.

The Trap Voters Built

Here is the part that requires the most intellectual honesty, because it does not flatter anyone, including people who consider themselves politically sophisticated.

The trap was not set by Donald Trump. It was set by voters, over many election cycles, as American political culture made a series of choices that seemed reasonable one at a time and catastrophic in aggregate.

We chose entertainment over information. Not all at once. Gradually, across decades, as the media ecosystem fractured and attention became the currency that determined what survived. A political system fed by attention gradually selects for performers over governors.

We chose emotion over policy. Again, not all at once. But somewhere along the way, the question voters asked shifted from “what will this person actually do” to “how does this person make me feel.” Feeling is immediate. Policy is slow. In a media environment built for immediacy, feeling wins every time.

We chose personality over institution. Parties became vehicles for individuals rather than individuals being accountable to parties. Checks and balances depend on people being more loyal to the institution than to the person, and that loyalty has been systematically eroded, on both sides, for thirty years.

The result is a political environment where chaos is not just tolerated but rewarded. Where accountability mechanisms, elections, oversight, the press, the courts, have all been either captured, discredited, or simply overwhelmed by the volume of events requiring response. You cannot hold anyone accountable for yesterday’s crisis when today’s crisis has already replaced it in the news cycle.

The Exit Is Slow

I want to be honest about what I am not saying. I am not saying this is hopeless. I am not saying the system is broken beyond repair. I have lived through enough political cycles, in California, in Oregon, across fifty years of paying close attention, to know that pendulums move. They move slowly. They move unevenly. But they move.

Oregon hasn’t elected a Republican governor since the 1980s. That may change in 2026, not because the state has transformed overnight but because enough voters have grown tired of one-party governance and its particular flavor of unresponsiveness to the full breadth of the state’s needs. That is the pendulum moving. Slow, grinding, real.

The exit from the national trap is the same kind of movement. It does not come from a single election or a single candidate or a single revelation. It comes from voters, gradually, reclaiming the habit of asking what a person will actually do instead of how they make us feel. It comes from demanding resolution instead of rewarding perpetual crisis. It comes from accepting that stability, while less dramatic than chaos, is what governance is actually for.

The chaos candidate understood something about this moment that his opponents repeatedly failed to grasp: that a significant portion of the electorate had become so accustomed to dysfunction that they stopped expecting anything else. He did not create that condition. He simply recognized it and made it work for him.

Understanding that is not defeatism. It is the beginning of the only kind of response that actually works, patient, structural, generational, and stubbornly focused on the long game rather than the next news cycle.

The pendulum is heavy. But it moves.

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The Chaos Candidate Part 1 of 2

The Chaos Candidate

How disorder became the product, succession became the threat, and voters built the trap themselves

I want to start with something simple, something you can observe without any particular political leaning, and see if you end up where I did.

Venezuela got loud, then it quieted down. Iran got loud. Now Cuba is warming up. At some point, one of these will quiet down too, and something else will heat up. There is always something heating up. There is never a moment where the temperature drops across the board and stays down. If you step back far enough to see the whole map at once, a pattern emerges that is difficult to explain as coincidence, incompetence, or even ideology.

What if the chaos isn’t the failure? What if the chaos is the point?

I am not a conspiracy theorist. I am a man who has been watching American politics since Eisenhower, who moved from California to Oregon in 1975 and watched two states make similar mistakes on slightly different timelines, and who spent a sleepless night recently, courtesy of bad scallops and an overactive mind, turning this question over until it had an answer I could not easily dismiss.

This piece has two movements. The first is about chaos as a governing strategy. The second is about why that strategy is self-sealing, and who pays the price when it is.

What if the chaos isn’t the failure? What if the chaos is the point?

Part One: The Chaos Is the Product

What Normal Turbulence Looks Like

Every presidency generates turbulence. Foreign policy crises flare and subside. Domestic controversies rise and fall. This is the normal metabolism of governing a large, complicated country in a complicated world. Nobody reasonable expects calm.

But normal turbulence has a rhythm. Problems are identified, addressed, resolved or managed, and attention moves on. The temperature rises and falls. There is a discernible arc: crisis, response, resolution, or at minimum, honest failure followed by correction.

What we are watching now has a different rhythm entirely. The temperature does not fall. The resolution never quite arrives. Each crisis is replaced not by calm but by the next crisis, on a rotation that feels less like the unpredictable nature of world events and more like a programming schedule.

The Rotation

Venezuela became the focus. Military posturing, deportation flights, diplomatic brinksmanship. Then it subsided, not resolved, just deprioritized. Iran filled the space almost immediately. The language escalated. Negotiations were announced with negotiators who, by any serious diplomatic assessment, were not equipped to deliver results. The war drums are audible but the path to resolution is deliberately obscured.

Cuba is next. The signals are already there for anyone paying attention.

Now ask yourself a straightforward question: what does a president gain from resolution? A resolved crisis is yesterday’s news. A resolved crisis means the cameras move on. A resolved crisis means the public starts paying attention to other things, grocery prices, healthcare costs, whether their VA claim has been processed.

A ongoing crisis, on the other hand, is a spotlight. And the spotlight, in this administration, is not a tool of governance. It is the objective of governance.

A resolved crisis is yesterday’s news. An ongoing crisis is a spotlight. And the spotlight is not a tool of governance. It is the objective.

More Than Narcissism

The easy diagnosis is narcissism, and it is not wrong as far as it goes. But narcissism alone does not fully explain the pattern, because narcissism is ultimately reactive. It seeks approval, validation, the crowd’s energy. What we are observing has a more active quality. It is not just craving the spotlight. It is engineering the conditions that make the spotlight permanent.

Some political psychologists have reached for the term malignant narcissism, a combination of narcissistic personality, antisocial behavior, paranoia, and a willingness to cause harm without remorse. Others simply describe an autocratic personality type. Neither quite captures it.

What I keep coming back to is this: chaos is this man’s life support system. Not metaphorically. Functionally. Remove the crisis and you remove the reason for the rally, the reason for the emergency declaration, the reason the cameras are in the room. Stability is not just boring to him. Stability is existentially threatening.

That is not a medical diagnosis. It is a political observation. And it matters, because it changes how you evaluate everything that follows.

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When it’s all about me

The Illusion of Control: From Vietnam to Iran

1963.

At the time, Vietnam wasn’t “the war”—not yet. It was something smaller, something contained. Advisors. Strategy. A situation we believed we understood.

Looking back, that belief may have been the most dangerous part.

Because by 1963, the United States was already working from a playbook it had used before—most notably in Iran just ten years earlier.

In 1953, the U.S., alongside Britain, helped remove Iran’s democratically elected leader,
Mohammad Mossadegh, after he nationalized the country’s oil industry. In his place, we reinforced the rule of
Mohammad Reza Pahlavi—a leader more aligned with Western interests.

At the time, it looked like a clean success.

No drawn-out conflict. No troop buildup. Just decisive action in the name of stability and Cold War necessity.

But what we couldn’t see—or perhaps didn’t want to see—was what we had set in motion.

Vietnam unfolded differently, but the thinking behind it felt familiar.

We didn’t begin with war. We began with confidence.

Confidence that we understood the threat.
Confidence that we could shape the outcome.
Confidence that backing the “right” leadership would bring stability.

So we supported governments in South Vietnam, including leaders like
Ngo Dinh Diem, even as their footing at home became more uncertain.

We believed we were preventing something—communism spreading across Southeast Asia.

What we didn’t fully recognize was what we were creating in the process: instability, resistance, and a conflict that could not be managed from the outside.

Iran and Vietnam were not the same.

But the pattern was.

In both cases, American policy was driven by a mix of real strategic concern and a powerful assumption—that we could influence events inside countries we did not fully understand.

In Iran, that assumption produced short-term stability and long-term resentment, culminating in the
Iranian Revolution.

In Vietnam, it led to gradual escalation, a prolonged war, and a divided country at home.

Different circumstances. Same blind spot.

The illusion wasn’t that we acted without reason.

The illusion was that we were in control.

That belief—that with enough planning, pressure, or precision we could shape another nation’s future—has echoed through decades of American foreign policy.

Sometimes quietly. Sometimes with consequences that take years to fully reveal themselves.

Today, the names and places have changed, but the instincts can feel familiar.

We still face moments where distant conflicts are framed in simple terms. Where intervention is presented as measured, necessary, and under control. Where the complexities on the ground are compressed into something easier to act on—and easier to explain.

And once again, the question isn’t whether the concerns are real.

It’s whether our confidence matches our understanding.

For those of us who remember Vietnam, this isn’t abstract history.

It’s personal.

It’s the distance between what we were told and what we later came to understand.

And it leaves us with a question that still matters:

Have we learned to recognize that pattern when it appears?

Or do we still mistake influence for understanding—and action for control?

History doesn’t repeat itself exactly.

But it does repeat its assumptions.

And if there’s one lesson that connects Iran in 1953 and Vietnam in 1963, it’s this:

We are far better at shaping events in the moment
than we are at living with what follows.

The EU and France’s repsonse to get your own oil.

Trump screwed up the straights, he doesn’t care, he can’t open them and has to France and the EO to go open the straights themselves, or better yet, buy oil from Trump. The UE was touched, so they gifted the American people another statue of Liberty. That is, if we are tired of eating cake.

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Just how STUPID is Iran? or maybe that should be US.

I paired a 785 word essay down to the following 22 words, And they are not my words, they are Irans words.

“If the American People believe Trump is a Liar and can not be Trusted, then why would we believe and Trust him?”

So back to me, if we want to stop Trumps and Israels war against Iran, then tell Isreal where to get off and let’s get rid of Trump, today, not tomorrow, our soldiers lives depend on it, stopping World War III depends on it. Home Depot and Lowes is having a sale on Tar, sacrifice one of your pillows. Okay, time for the Toddler to go. BTW why is he calling in troops if we already won?? Inquiring minds want to know.

Pentagon to seek $200B for Iran war

Fund what is needed at home first, divert ICE funds, better yet send those brave ICE Soldiers. They’re have been so well trained. Kick any Senator OUT that votes 5 cents towards Israels War, you know, the one they suckered Putz into, just tell him he’s the greatest and you get what ever you want, maybe even a Red Tesla. Remember PUTZ has Billions, he doesn’t care about you and me. Just how STUPID are we?

Unchain My Vote

Sorry asses

MAGA – “You are full of sh!t.” Yes they are, and they so is their email VIRUS – BEWARE

To the point. The give me money email solicitation spam emails I am recieving from MAGA, specifically from Nancy Mace, Action Team, Donald the Putz.. email a.patriotcrew.com  are being flagged as malware, virus infected. So now MAGA is so desperate they are not only spam us 20 times a day, but are sending out virus’s as well. Why am I not surprised

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This HAS to be stopped. WASHINGTON, PUT A STOP TO THIS FEDERAL OVER REACH, IT’S ILLEGAL. IT’S NOT IN THE LINE OF DUTY. PROTECT US.

VANCOUVER, Wash. — A Vancouver family worries their loved one was run over by federal agents as they arrested him in the middle of a busy street on Thursday.

Cell phone video captured by a driver stuck in traffic behind the immigration officers partially captured the incident. It happened on East 4th Plain Boulevard and Z Street.

They arrested him, then drove over hime and then then threw him in their SUV. Is this all right with anyone, WASHINGTON, PUT A STOP TO THIS FEDERAL OVER REACH, IT’S ILLEGAL. IT’S NOT IN THE LINE OF DUTY. PROTECT US.

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Who’s to blame, we all are.

Kill them, kill them all.

Are bot traffic, ad-driven posts, and viral hate memes truly free speech?

Are bot traffic, ad-driven posts, and viral hate memes truly free speech—or just amplification of chaos? If the platform reflects genuine conversation without repetition loops, what’s left is what people actually want to say. @elonmusk, are we ready to see it?  @timnitGebru @glennbeck @TechCrunch

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The Free Speech Challenge

“@elonmusk   @ev @glennbeck @wired Let’s test what free speech really looks like. Turn off bot reposting for 3–5 days. Freeze any content after 5 reposts. No algorithms, no ad incentives, no artificial amplification. Let’s see what actual human discourse looks like when the noise is gone.

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Take away the ability to Pardon

I wonder how Trumps Administration would be acting, or behaving if Trump didn’t have the power to Pardon them of all Federal Crimes before he left office. Just a thought..

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Interesting Find

Why? RFK Jr and Hegseth, Why? Why? Why?

Trump’s Odd Squad: Loyalty Over Logic

From the outside, some of Trump’s appointees defy reason. Take RFK Jr. — a conspiracy-prone, chaotic figure — or Pete Hegseth, whose bluster often outweighs expertise. On paper, neither seems fit for the roles they occupy. And yet, in Trump’s world, they make perfect sense.

Trump isn’t building a government. He’s building a mirror, a network of loyalists who reflect back his worldview, validate his instincts, and attack anyone who questions him. Expertise? Competence? Those are secondary. What matters is absolute devotion and performative support.

Kennedy lends a veneer of “intellectual” anti-establishment credibility, rallying voters who distrust institutions. Hegseth broadcasts loyalty and grievance in real time, echoing Trump’s voice for all to hear. Neither contradicts him, neither questions him — and that’s precisely the point.

The pattern becomes clear: Trump selects for loyalty, amplification, and ideological alignment, not skill or judgment. Viewed this way, what seems like idiocy from the outside is actually a carefully curated ecosystem of validation. In Trump’s universe, the reward isn’t competence. It’s obedience.

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And after all is said and done, who really suffers? Let that lead your next thought.

When we become a parody of ourselves.

I asked Grok about one of X’s bot users and the back and forth led to this last exchange. I hope you see a little something worthwhile it it.

My mother bought 3 slot machines when they changed from mechanical to electronic. the same of anything gets boring very quickly. especially when it’s your own money your winning.

That’s such a perfect analogy, and your mom lived it literally.
When the machines went electronic, they didn’t just get faster and flashier; they were engineered to hit the dopamine loop harder (near-misses, lights, sounds, small frequent wins). At first it feels exciting, even generous. Then you realize the house still wins in the end, and worse, the thrill evaporates because it’s all scripted. Owning the machines just removes the last bit of illusion: you’re literally paying yourself with your own money, over and over, until even the lights feel tired.
Social media did the exact same pivot. Early internet felt mechanical and honest (clunky forums, slow loads, real conversations). Then the algorithms went full electronic: infinite scroll, instant likes, engineered outrage or feel-good spam. At first it was addictive. Now a lot of us are like your mom sitting in the garage with three slot machines we own, pulling the lever out of habit, knowing the “wins” are just our own coins sliding back across the tray.
Boring, hollow, and somehow still hard to walk away from. She was decades ahead of the curve on that one.

“Quiet. Quiet, piggy.” Makes you so proud. Lowes has both Tar and Feathers on sale.

Yes, President Donald Trump did call a female reporter “piggy” during a press gaggle aboard Air Force One on November 14, 2025.

The incident occurred while Trump was en route from Washington, D.C., to his Mar-a-Lago estate in Palm Beach, Florida, amid questions about recently released Jeffrey Epstein emails that mentioned him by name.

What Happened

  • The Exchange: A Bloomberg News White House correspondent, Catherine Lucey, asked Trump about the Epstein files, specifically why—if there was nothing incriminating about him in them—he appeared reluctant to release the rest.

    Trump initially deflected by noting his “very bad relationship” with Epstein and pivoting to mentions of Bill Clinton and others in the emails.

    As Lucey tried to follow up (“If there’s nothing incriminating in the files, sir, why not…”), Trump pointed a finger at her, leaned in, and said in a sing-song tone: “Quiet. Quiet, piggy.”

    He then called on another reporter for a question about Venezuela.

The Balls in Their Court, Time Will Tell.

Every civil war starts with people believing they’ve got nothing left to lose. We’d lose everything. Let’s not let it start.

Anger in America, Part 2: How Leaders Fuel the Fire

Anger doesn’t rise up by accident. It doesn’t spread like a sudden storm cloud with no warning. It grows because something — or someone — feeds it. And in today’s America, too many of our leaders are doing exactly that.

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The people didn’t invent this climate of lies, insults, and manipulation. They’re reacting to it. The source is a political class that long ago decided winning at all costs mattered more than serving honestly. Every time a politician looks straight into a camera and says something they know isn’t true, they chip away at public trust. Every time a leader calls opponents names instead of offering solutions, they drag the whole country down into the gutter. Every time rules are bent or rewritten to shield the powerful, they tell ordinary citizens: your voice doesn’t matter.

Donald Trump embodies this style in its loudest, most shameless form — the relentless lies, the nonstop insults, the chaos-as-strategy approach. But let’s be clear: the rot didn’t start with him, and it doesn’t end with him either. Washington has been a place where insiders bend rules to protect themselves for decades. Trump just ripped the mask off and showed the country how bad it had become.

When Congress rewrites the rules to shield incumbents or stack the deck for donors, the people notice. When government agencies are used to score political points instead of solving problems, the people notice. When leaders treat every disagreement as a blood sport, the people notice. And each of those moments deepens the sense that playing fair is pointless — that the system is rigged and that the people at the top don’t care who gets burned as long as they hold onto power.

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It’s not hard to understand why people are furious. But here’s what’s critical: that fury doesn’t come out of nowhere. It’s been stoked, cultivated, and exploited. Anger is fuel, and too many leaders have learned how to pour it into the engine of politics for their own gain. They rile people up, keep them divided, and then step back as the country tears itself apart.

That’s not leadership. That’s arson. And it’s time to start holding the fire-starters accountable.

Coming soon, The ‘Sovereignty Alliance’

This is the Walkers, the real date is August 15th, 2025. With scenarios unfolding faster than we can keep up with we decided we would write our own.

Because the story we will tell is so close to reality, and Grandpa having told a story about H.G. Wells and story he told on the radio. It was based on the story ‘the war of the worlds’ serialized in 1897 and published as a novel in 1898. The story depicts the Martians’ invasion using advanced weaponry like heat rays and fighting machines, leading to widespread panic and destruction in England. Maybe someone should send a copy the Musk.

No Martians, although the villain is no less scary, we are weaving a short story, the ‘Sovereignty Alliance’. A Narration of unfolding events when a President who thinks he’s beyond question or reproach pushes to many buttons and is pushed back in ways that weren’t expected.

The ‘Sovereignty Alliance’ is coming this weekend.