Iâve been waitinâ by the window, watchinâ time slip slow,
Countinâ every star that falls where your shadow used to go.
My heartâs a quiet fire, burninâ soft and low,
But it aches for you, in ways youâll never know.
200 Executive Orders, 200 Law Suits
Iâve been waitinâ by the window, watchinâ time slip slow,
Countinâ every star that falls where your shadow used to go.
My heartâs a quiet fire, burninâ soft and low,
But it aches for you, in ways youâll never know.
Iâm a woman carved by years, in this quiet town I stay
Lines upon my weathered face, dreams that slipped away
Kitchen lightâs too harsh tonight, walls feel like a cage
Wish I could ride the midnight wind, turn another page
The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite,
A restless churn âneath a starless night.
From Superiorâs depths to Erieâs shoal,
The waters claim what they canât console.
Rollinâ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls,
From pit fires burninâ in a fast-fadinâ world.
The Deltaâs in my rearview, but its heartâs in my bones,
Barbecueâs my altar, built on riverbed stones.
I got a jug of moonshine, glowinâ in the night,
Corn liquor sparklinâ under pale moonlight.
But all that shine donât mean a thing, oh no,
Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to go.
Runninâ through the night, with the devil in my soul,
Hot rods screaminâ freedom, on them backroads cold.
Dodginâ every trap, with the lawâs red light glow,
Them moonshine runs, where NASCARâs roots grow.
In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows,
Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows.
My hands stained brown, workinâ dawn to dusk,
Soilâs got my soul, but the church is my trust.
Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade,
The smoke from the pitâs where my heartâs been laid.
Piano keys moan like a river in flood,
Barbecueâs my story, written deep in the mud.
From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayouâs edge,
Rouxâs thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge.
Okra and crab, filĂŠâs green embrace,
Every spoonâs a prayer in this sacred place.
Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs,
The mudâs got a story, and the heron donât lie.
Gumbo in the pot, simmerinâ low and slow,
Tastes like the heart of the places I know.
I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song,
Thought Iâd find redemption, but I was running all along.
The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep,
But it donât wash away the secrets that I keep.
In the Deltaâs arms, where the river runs slow,
Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know.
Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay,
Cajun blood in my veins, cookinâ troubles away.
Shadows fall, the nightâs too long,
My heart hums a lonesome song.
Moonlight fades, the stars donât care,
Sorrow lingers in the air.
In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low,
The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know.
Gator eyes glow red in the blackwaterâs gleam,
Chasinâ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.
Runninâ through the city, lights are flashinâ bright,
Trainâs a-rollinâ heavy, cuttinâ through the night.
Got that fever risinâ, heartâs a-beatinâ loud,
Step into the rhythm, lose yourself in the crowd.
In the fog of the harbor, where the liners slip away,
I meet him ‘neath the lantern light, at the close of the day.
He’s got eyes like microfilm, lips that seal a vow,
One wrong word, and the curtain fallsâwe’re ghosts in the crowd.
In the shadows where the whispers hide,
You slipped your number on the table by my side.
A coded message in a glance so sly,
One dance together and weâre living a lie.
Iâve walked through crowded evenings, with neon in the rain,
And every strangerâs laughter just echoes the refrain.
But when your hand found mine, the city changed its tune,
And suddenly the midnight felt softer than the moon.
Woke up to the sun, breaking through the pain,
Shadows in my past, but Iâm breaking the chain,
Heartâs been heavy, but Iâm lifting the load,
Found my strength, now Iâm hitting the road.
In the glow of a midnight screen, where the shadows play,
I scroll through your stories, but you’re miles away.
A swipe to the right, and we danced in the dark,
But the signal went cold, left a flame without spark.
Under the moonlight, your shadow calls,
Soft whispers echo through these walls,
Heart beats slow, like a riverâs flow,
Baby, youâre the fire, Iâm lost in the glow.
She’s got rhythm in her hips, shakin’ to the tips,
Dancin’ down the avenue, makin’ all the fellas swoon.
Polka-dot bow, she’s stealin’ the show,
Twirlin’ in the moonlight, under the neon glow.
After midnight, when the world is still
I let the night confess what I canât reveal
Hold me closer, breathe me in so slow
After midnight, thatâs when I let it show
Sirens are wailing, the night wonât rest,
Purplemanâs rhythm pounding in my chest.
Chains are rattling, the streets still burn,
Truth is a lesson they donât want to learn.
Footsteps fade where the fire once burned,
Streets lie silent, but the tide has turned.
Purpleman lingers in the cold night air,
A whisper, a warning â heâs still there.
Leaders spin lies like a busted-down reel,
Purpleman grins, makes ’em all feel the wheel.
Blue tears floodin’, red flames roarin’ wild,
He jumps the fence with a devilish smile.
Broken dreams twist into a jumpin’ jive,
Screamin’ for justice, keepin’ hope alive!
Sirens are wailing, the night wonât rest,
Purplemanâs rhythm pounding in my chest.
Chains are rattling, the streets still burn,
Truth is a lesson they donât want to learn
Echoes in the alley, where the fringes fray,
Purplemanâs gaze cuts through the gray.
Far left’s venom twists the hope to chains,
Far right’s fire brands the innocent with pain.
Power in the people, rising from the ground,
Purplemanâs rhythm shaking all around.
No more hiding, no more chains,
Weâre the fire running through the veins.
Summary
Late July 2026 marks the apex of the trigger month, as federal authorities and the Sovereignty Alliance push toward the edge of a full national confrontation. The Alliance now spans coast-to-coast, controlling key water, energy, and agricultural resources, while Washington deliberates on a high-stakes response.
Summary
Late July 2026 marks the apex of the trigger month, as federal authorities and the Sovereignty Alliance push toward the edge of a full national confrontation. The Alliance now spans coast-to-coast, controlling key water, energy, and agricultural resources, while Washington deliberates on a high-stakes response.
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray
To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away
But now you cheer for kings and crowns
And burn the whole thing down
Like freedomâs just a phase youâre movinâ on
Iâve been dragginâ these boots through the ashes,
Chasinâ ghosts down a broken line.
Every road just burned to cinders,
But I kept on movinâ, buyinâ time.
We left what we had in the dust of the night,
Suitcase of dreams, no wrong or no right.
The road stretched long, shadows fell fast,
We walked away, love, from all of our past.
Shadows fall in minor lines,
Echoes move where silence hides.
Cello weeps, the night unravels,
Saxophone remembers why.
Well Iâve walked the line,
Through smoke and thunder,
Paid my dues,
And made my blunders.
But when the lights go down,
And the night turns gray,
I can say I lived it â
Done it my way.
In the twilightâs glow, your shadowâs calling,
Your skinâs a soft whisper, my soul is falling.
The beat drives us forward, two steps in the breeze,
Your body against mine, a sweet, restless tease.
So blow that line of maybe,
Let the bass keep time with cheer.
Weâll swing the truth so lightly,
That the pain canât find us here.
Maybe love was late to show,
Maybe time just ran too fast,
But this groove wonât let me go,
Keeps the blues from holding fast.
Take my hand across the silence,
where the candles start to lean,
Every step a slow confession,
Every glance a broken dream.
Power in the people, rising from the ground,
Purplemanâs rhythm shaking all around.
No more hiding, no more chains,
Weâre the fire running through the veins.
Well, my hopes were high in the morning light
But the truth rolled in sometime last night
I gave my trust, but it slipped away
Now Iâm driving on toward a clearer day
Smoke curls around our memory,
Bass walks under our skin,
Weâve been lost in the waiting,
Since the night it all began.
Candles are burning, but the light feels cold
Memories linger, stories left untold
The wind through the window carries your sigh
And I am left asking, why must love die?Â
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
Itâs not just one man or one party, though Trumpâs barrage of falsehoods and attacks made the trend painfully visible. Washingtonâs insiders have grown comfortable rewriting the playbook to suit themselves. The result is a public that feels cheated and betrayed â and thatâs on the leadership, not the people.
The night drifts on, with the smoke in my glass,
I count the hours, the years that have passed.
Canât chase the shadows, they slip through my hand,
Time wrote its story, not what I planned.
Thereâs laughter in the harbor, but it fades when night is near,
Echoes in the canyons, you can almost taste the fear.
Steps along the hillside, vanish without trace,
Eyes behind the curtain, a half-forgotten face.
Coves that hide the cargo, fog that hides the men,
Bootleg days are numbered, but theyâll come around again.
The law canât catch the ocean, canât stop that midnight tune,
We were kings of the coastline, under the rumrunnerâs moon.
Rosies in El Segundo, ghosts of steel and fire,
Hands that built the bombers, dreams that never tire.
You won the war with rivets, but lost your place in line,
Historyâs silent heroes â the memory is mine.
If I could step back through the smoke,
And find that younger face,
Would love have been a sharper song,
Or just a fleeting grace?
Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky,
We were young and we were reckless, never asking why.
The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through,
Memories of Manhattan, I still carry you.
Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky,
We were young and we were reckless, never asking why.
The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through,
Memories of Manhattan, I still carry you.
By the wells of El Segundo, where the oil rigs kissed the sky,
They traded drills for rivet guns when the war drums cried.
While the boys went marching, and the ships rolled out to sea,
The women built the bombers, fighting history.
Women in red, with a dangerous smile,
Voices like velvet that lingered awhile.
Every note was a refuge, every drink was a prayer,
And I found pieces of myself that were lost somewhere.
Moonlight on the water, Catalinaâs dressed in black,
Whispers in the canyon, but the truth donât whisper back.
Some say itâs just the ocean, some say itâs the past,
Every secret on this islandâs built to last.
Raise a glass where the night rolls on,
Hear that bass keep the world in song.
Didnât know the names, didnât chase the fame,
But the Lighthouse burned in my veins just the same.
And the Humvees roll,
Through the towns we know,
With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows.
Yeah, the Humvees roll,
Hearts turn cold,
You can hear the silence break when the Humvees roll.
I went down to the ballot, my heart heavy as lead
Promised me heaven, but all I got was dread
He smiled so sweet, shook my hand with a grin
But I found out later, heâd been lying all along again
The faith is gone, itâs gone away from me
Yeah, the faith is gone, gone away from me
You fooled a nation once, but now we finally see
The faith is gone for good, gone for good
Red lines and blue lines, cutting through the sand,
Voices shouting, no one seems to understand.
Neighbors turning cold, friends turning away,
A house once whole now split in shades of gray.
Oh yes, Iâm the great pretender,
Claiming Iâve won when Iâve lost,
Bragging with pride,
And always I hide,
The truth that would show what it cost.
You said youâd fix it, baby, make it right,
But every single promise fades into the night.
You smiled and you shouted, told us what we crave,
But left us all stranded, in the shadows of your wave.
Iâve been fooled by silver promises,
Watched âem rust in the pourinâ rain.
But the night donât last forever,
And the morning donât feel the same.
Smoke in the streets, lies in the air,
Leaders deceiving without a care.
Chains of corruption wrapped around our minds,
Shadows grow longer as truth unwinds.
You said youâd drain the swamp, but you filled it instead,
With cronies and felons and folks who misled.
You tried to steal elections, you broke the peopleâs trust,
Now the gavelâs coming down â justice is a must!
Real loyalty isnât to a man. Real loyalty is to our country. And a country shows its loyalty back by taking care of its people. That means intelligent solutions, not slogans. It means tackling the hard problemsâhealthcare, jobs, inflation, veteransâ careâwith real ideas instead of scapegoats.
Voters deserve more than fear and name-calling. It doesnât matter if the attack ads come from the right or the leftâtheyâre distractions. What matters is whether a candidate will look us in the eye and tell us what they plan to do for our families, our communities, and our future.
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
Oh, the Epstein Ripperâs on the prowl,
Pumpkin Head just scowls and growls.
Secrets hidden, scandals deep,
We dance around while the creeps creep!
And the Humvees roll,
Through the towns we know,
With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows.
Yeah, the Humvees roll,
Hearts turn cold,
You can hear the silence break when the Humvees roll.
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago
Such a crazy place (such a tacky space)
Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing,
Heâs watchin’ the news roll in…
Every city is burning,
Heâs blaming it all on âthem.â
He said heâd bring order,
But itâs slipping away…
The chants in the street
Are louder each day…
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
July 2â5: Federal Moves and State Counters
Texas Refinery Standoff
Federal Energy Authority teams attempt to take control of two major Texas refineries.
Texas Department of Public Safety units, under Governor Reynoldsâ orders, block access roads.
Local law enforcement is explicitly instructed not to cooperate with federal marshals.
Media reports show heavily armed security perimeters; tension escalates but no shots fired.
California Water Stations
Federal engineers arrive at pumping stations in Central Valley.
California Department of Water Resources deploys state security and technical crews to reroute water flows to Alliance-approved channels.
Because you know I’m all about that Trump, ’bout that Trump â no trouble
I’m playin’ golf and holdin’ grudges on the double
I’m sayinâ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don’t burst my bubble
Iâm tweetinâ wild at 3AM, ’cause why be subtle?
Well the sheriff said he had âem,
Bundy swore theyâre real,
But those papers up and vanished
Like a ghost behind the wheel.
One day theyâre in the courthouse,
Next day theyâre gone for good,
Funny how the truth goes missinâ
When the rich say that it should.
And Iâm a showman, you know what I mean,
And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screenâŚ
Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme,
Iâm too sexy for the facts, too sexy for the team!
Iâm too sexy for indictments,
Too sexy for arraignments,
Too sexy â I call âem all statements.
Because you know Iâm all about that base
âBout that base â no facts
Iâm all about that base
âBout that base â no facts
Iâm all about that base
âBout that base â no facts
Iâm all about that base
âBout that base
Trump man,
You just wonât go away,
I said, Trump man,
Courtrooms call every day,
But hey,
Trump man,
There are millions to sway,
With a truth thatâs been twisted and broken!
Oh yes, Iâm the great pretender,
Claiming Iâve won when Iâve lost,
Bragging with pride,
And always I hide,
The truth that would show what it cost.
Say it’s good to be king… when you own the stage,
I’ll go alone, fix it… and fuel the rage.
Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair,
Let the people go brokeâI’ve got billionaire hair.
The swamp he swore heâd drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar.Â
Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns â the ring of liar, The ring of liar.
Hit the road, Trump, and donât you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and donât you come back no more.Â
Old Donny, oh Donny, donât you lie no more, Your schemes and your cons, weâre tired to the core. Weâve had enough of chaos, the bluster, and the show, Pack your bags, Don, itâs time to go! Chorus Hit the road, Trump, and donât you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and donât you come back no more.
With â1776â inked across my chest,
I swear the libs are the real threat,
Bought six more guns for liberty’s sakeâ
(But forgot my insulin by mistake.)
When leaders or high-ranking officials make financial moves that profit from economic decline, it undermines the very foundation of public trust. Reports suggest former President Trump and some government officials may have engaged in activities that allow them to benefit if the economy falters. These actions are troubling because while ordinary Americans face layoffs, inflation, and market volatility, insiders with privileged information can stand to gain.
Trumpâs known investment profile: Public records and reporting show he has diversified holdings across multiple sectors (stocks, real estate, funds, etc.), including historical past holdings in companies like Intel. Yet, there is no indication that he or his family currently hold private Intel stock or a stake in this government-led deal.
The recent Intel stake is clearly portrayed as a federal government transaction, with no intermingling of Trump’s personal finances.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control âcritical state-managed resourcesâ â including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
So the question remains: if no one is playing by the rules, why do the rules exist? Perhaps the answer is that the rules are waitingâfor us. They are waiting for citizens to demand better, for courts to enforce standards of fairness, and for leaders to rediscover the humility that comes with serving rather than ruling.
The rules still exist because they are the difference between democracy and tyranny. But they will only matter if we decide to make them matter.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control âcritical state-managed resourcesâ â including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control âcritical state-managed resourcesâ â including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control âcritical state-managed resourcesâ â including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
Letâs be clear: this isnât clever strategy, itâs cowardice. Itâs the political equivalent of moving the goalposts because youâre afraid to lose a fair fight. Even when done in retaliation, itâs still rigging â a confession that persuasion has failed, that truth has lost, and that the only path left is manipulation.
Letâs be clear: this isnât clever strategy, itâs cowardice. Itâs the political equivalent of moving the goalposts because youâre afraid to lose a fair fight. Even when done in retaliation, itâs still rigging â a confession that persuasion has failed, that truth has lost, and that the only path left is manipulation.
Democrats often avoid real solutions, framing these problems as the result of a failed society. The reality is many of these so-called âdowntroddenâ are instead lazy, addicted, or opportunisticâknowing they can live off handouts and steal without consequence. On the other hand, Trumpâs âarrest them allâ approach isnât a solution either. These people still have rights. What happens after the arrests? Deport them? Ignore the Constitution? Thatâs where he has his head up his ass.
Democrats often avoid real solutions, framing these problems as the result of a failed society. The reality is many of these so-called âdowntroddenâ are instead lazy, addicted, or opportunisticâknowing they can live off handouts and steal without consequence. On the other hand, Trumpâs âarrest them allâ approach isnât a solution either. These people still have rights. What happens after the arrests? Deport them? Ignore the Constitution? Thatâs where he has his head up his ass.
This is the Walkers, Michael, Sarah and Emma and the real date is August 15th, 2025.
With scenarios unfolding faster than we can keep up with.
We decided we would write our own.
We are planning on this being a seven episode podcast and as in real life there will not be an absolute closure. We have already developed the story line and as our narrative probably will not mirror real events, we feel this story could actually be a reality.
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