2025 America and There Are Thumbs Descending Everywhere #Resist #DoNotObeyInAdvance

Too many people think that too many of us belong under their thumbs. Commit to chewing and clawing your way out from under them. That's my plan and advice anyway.

A Prophet?

Little boy red, white, and blue has a hammer in his hand and his eyes gouged out by the hypnotist on the TV.

Blind as a bat, but he perceives--of course—

that he is surrounded by nails.

Then

the hypnotist plants a suggestion in his mind that the hammer

is a scepter,

and that this boy alone has been given dominion over everything.

But the whole little red, white, and blue team

believes they each possess ALL the dominion

because they never learned how to share.

Therefore, little team,

you all get to go to bed with no dominion desert for any of you.

No one needs to obey you. Nobody needs your permission to do anything

No, you may not abdicate your throne’s accountability and responsibility

then pick up that scepter of authority any goddamned time you feel like.

Who am I to decree that? A prophet? O little boy red, white, and blue,

you’d best hope I’m not.

Especially if you decide to hit me with that stick,

so flaccid and worthless in your pale fist.

Hyper-vigilant believer that I am,

I shall turn the other cheek, both upper and lower, boo.

But you’d best not touch me because the favor of the Lord is upon me

to preach the Good News to the poor and lovely gathered here

and the Almighty might raise His hand against your flailing, violent limb.

You don’t take no, or any resistance, for an answer though, do you?--

standing there, arms crossed, with your drawers all full

of that red, white, and blue boy privilege, and they’re getting tight,

right?—

for purity culture is the best thing to happen to the porn industry

and secret squirrel pedophilic purity culture junkies and flunkies,

or is it the other way around?

And you suffer so. Somebody must be punished,

and the little red, white, and blue boys demand personal accommodation.

Plus, Dear Leader told you it was OK.

But little boys red, white, and blue, do you ever wonder if your day of reckoning

is at hand?

I am no angel.

I am old, afflicted, and small, but have you boys ever considered what might happen

if the targets of your misplaced blame and angst would manifest

like Charlie’s Angels' crew

all over your 1776 cosplay bullshit

with everything we’ve got?

What if the real freedom-loving patriots are about to assemble?

Drop that hammer and pray for guidance.

You might wake up and realize

you’ve got nothing on us.