I wake up in the morning and don’t feel refreshed. Not ready for the good fight. Mostly, I lie there thinking it would be nice to just roll over — roll far enough and maybe, just maybe, all of this would go away.
So far, that hasn’t worked.
At some point, I decided I wasn’t going to be a quiet toad in the corner. I started making satirical images — calling out Trump and the cult of grievance he built. At first, it felt good. Like I was fighting back. But lately? I’ve had to admit: they made me feel good, but I’m not sure they’ve done much else.
And let’s be honest — no one really sees what I do. I’m not Elon. I’m not one of the influencers with a million eyes tracking every word. I’m just… me. A nobody trying to be seen and heard.
And as the old saying goes: “How’s that working out for you?” Pretty dismal.
So I built a website to spread the message. I added a “Buy Me a Coffee” link — a little button for anyone who cared about the work, who maybe wanted to help in some small way. So far, 112 people have clicked it. I’m still the only one buying my coffee.
What does that tell me?
Maybe people are as broke as I am. Maybe they just don’t care what the future holds. Or maybe — and this is the one that gets me — maybe they feel like nothing they do will make a damn bit of difference.
And that… makes me question my own efforts.
Should I just fire up the barbecue, throw on some chicken, and try not to notice the federal police force Trump is assembling? In 1938 Germany, they called it the Gestapo. But hey — who cares, right?
