| | | I’m long past pretending that moral clarity is optional, and even longer past offering patience to people who treat cruelty as a political identity. If someone can watch this era unfold and still cling to their hero, that isn’t confusion. It’s a choice. A choice to abandon conscience, evidence, and the most basic responsibilities of citizenship. I refuse to dignify that choice with silence, and I refuse to let their apathy decide our future. The only answer left is power, and we claim it the only way that has ever mattered: by showing up in numbers they can’t ignore.
All I can think this morning, Sunday, December 14, 2025—beyond the nausea, is this: fuck you Trump.
Not a clever fuck you. Not a witty fuck you. Not a rhetorical fuck you crafted for social media applause. A raw, exhausted, end-of-the-rope fuck you.
Fuck you because you sit there with that cheap little tyrant smirk and you lie. You lie like oxygen. You lie that NATO “paid you,” as if diplomacy were a mob shakedown and you were some discount Don Corleone collecting debts. You lie that you “lowered the deficit more than anyone in history” while every serious chart, every economist, every measurable fact says the opposite. You lie that you “stopped all wars” while openly slobbering over autocrats, Putin, Erdogan, Duterte like they were business mentors instead of murderous strongmen.
And then you sell those lies like patriotic scripture to people who want to feel chosen instead of used.
That’s the thing that finally breaks me, not merely the con, but the worship of the con. The way they cheer for their own manipulation. The way the cult applauds the boot on its own neck because you taught them that cruelty is strength and submission is patriotism. You didn’t empower them, you trained them to confuse resentment with righteousness and ignorance with defiance.
So yes: fuck your fake populism. Fuck your grievance theater. Fuck the martyr cosplay. Fuck the tax cuts for your billionaire friends sold as “freedom.” Fuck the dismantling of environmental protections while pretending it’s about “jobs.” Fuck the hollowing out of democratic institutions in the name of “law and order.” Fuck the policies that reward loyalty over competence, obedience over truth, and cruelty over governance. And extra fuck you to the people who know you’re lying and call it “truth” anyway because it flatters their anger and gives their bitterness a king to kneel to.
Let’s stop pretending all of this is about policy disagreements. This is about power, power without accountability, power without shame, power without limits. This is about a man who ran for the presidency to avoid consequences and a movement that decided consequences were for other people.
Since so many of your friends refuse to say this to you, I will.
You are morons.
I do not give one fuck how many degrees you have, how much money you make, or how loudly you scream about freedom.
The most dangerous kind of stupid is the politically illiterate person who votes for human garbage like this and then calls it “patriotism.” You weren’t tricked forever, you chose comfort over conscience, identity over integrity, and cruelty over citizenship. The cruelty continues to be the point.
History will not be kind to this era. And it will be even less kind to those who saw it clearly and did nothing.
So no more silence. No more patience. No more pretending this is normal.
We out-vote you. We outlast you. And we take this country back from the frauds, the cowards, and the cult.
— Michael Jochum |
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