We live in a dying empire! But the worst thing that could ever happen is the death of our character, the death of our courage, the death of our compassion! #TruthJusticeLove@kbla1580@tavissmiley
Here’s how to answer the authentic fascist Donald Trump’s labeling of Democratic socialists as “communists”:
1. Senator Joseph McCarthy, who Trump admires, falsely used that playbook in the 1950s, accusing them of having allegiance to the Soviet Union’s dictators. But now it’s Donald Trump who has allegiance to Russia’s dictator Vladimir Putin.
2. Communism means government ownership of business. To the dismay of Wall Street, Trump is pushing government ownership shares of major companies like Intel and Nvidia and other major AI companies.
3. Democratic socialists are to the right of Trump—they support higher minimum wage, higher social security benefits, restoration of prior tax rates on big business and the super wealthy, ending corporate welfare and cracking down on corporate crooks. If these are communist policies, Trump should address the 80-85% of the American people who support them, including many MAGA supporters. -R
THE TRUMP EFFECT: The USA just lost to Belgium in the World Cup Round of 16 by a score of 4-1, right after Trump personally called FIFA to clear star striker Balogun to play.
Sports fans are calling it the Trump curse.
He attended the Super Bowl and predicted a Chiefs win, but the Eagles blew them out.
He was there when the Commanders hosted the Lions and lost at home.
He watched from a suite as Miami fell in the College Football National Championship.
He sat in the owner’s suite when the Knicks snapped their huge playoff streak in NBA Finals Game 3.
And he attended the Ryder Cup where Europe topped the US team.
BREAKING: Historians have finally admitted the truth.
The Fourth of July wasn't established in 1776...
It was actually created in 1993 to celebrate Lex Luger body-slamming Yokozuna aboard the USS Intrepid 💪🇺🇸
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
There's a new cover for Eric Wagner's new book, Straight Outta Dublin.
Can you find the Easter Egg without the aid of this post at rawillumination? (Go over to Hilaritas Press to see the whole new cover.)
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In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were the truths and they were all beautiful.
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There was the truth of virginity and the truth of passion, the truth of wealth and of poverty, of thrift and of profligacy, of carelessness and abandon. Hundreds and hundreds were the truths and they were all beautiful.
3
And then the people came along. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them. It was the truths that made the people grotesques.
4
The old man had quite an elaborate theory about it. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood.
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It was not the truth that made the man grotesque, but the attempt to live by it. It was the man who had lived in a room in a house and who had written books, had always been true to his work, that dreamed the dream.
6
He was a lonely old man and had listed hundreds of truths in a little notebook. He imagined the grotesques, not the people, but the truths—like twisted little creatures, moving about, stiffened and sad and waiting.
7
The old man imagined all the truths as beautiful white fish, drifting in the sea, waiting to be caught. Then the grotesques came along, and each took one. It became his truth, and he wore it like a badge.
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They were all grotesques, he said. Some of them were very strong. They held to their truth with such force that they lost all sense of the world around them.