Witches, Warlocks, And Macbeth's Weird Sisters - Donald Trump And The Sorcery That The Left Hath Wrought

Another week has gone by, and the incredulousness, shock, and disassembly of progressives - the total disbelief that Donald Trump, despite their years of warning and attempts to derail the juggernaut, is back in office - only increased. 

Not only that, with a flourish of his pen, he has dismantled each and every one of the Biden Administration's attempts to reform America to his measure - a discombobulated country of weird sexuality, black idolatry, and geopolitical compromise.  One by one the directives go, thrown out the door without a second glance, promises fulfilled and more to come. 

Just like his counterpart Javier Milei of Argentina, Trump has looked at the array of useless government departments, shouted Afuera! and tossed each and every one into the dumpster.  His avant-garde led by the Genghis Khan of the new Right, Elon Musk, is taking no prisoners as it defies the praetorian guard of USAID, upends the rabbit warren of cubicles, builds a bonfire with the circulars, memos, approvals, and endless papers that have clogged the machinery of government, and heads for more, up and down Independence and Constitution Avenues. 

The outrage is hysterical.  How could he?, shout Democratic minions.  How could he summarily and unconscionably throw peaceful Palestinians out of Gaza, leave a trail of pinafores and barrettes as he tosses transgenders to the curb, unleash the predatory wolves of Wall Street, and despoil the Earth? 

How could he? Because he is President of the United States with executive power and a 'So, sue me' attitude. The courtroom is his friend, not his enemy, and if legal challenges are raised against his putsch, so be it.  'I'll see you in court', the second verse of his mantra will be sung. 

'What about the poor workers that are doing good, the knighted, the honored, the best?' howls the Left, while the President, happy to see their bureaucratic diffidence, their toadying, and their arrogant assumptions of right finished, shouts 'Afuera!', as the line of USAID bureaucrats files out the door. 

Progressives, now actually believing the fear-mongering stories of evil they circulated before the election, and seeing the arrival of the sorcerous, demonic ruler they had warned about, were afraid of taking to the streets. 

Hitler, Stalin, and Mao, recalled to illustrate the coming danger during the campaign, were, now in the face of reality, nothing but comic book characters.  

The horrific, despicable evil about to be unleashed on the nation beggars the imagination, progressives say, and will consign the architects of Auschwitz and the Great Leap Forward to the Metro section, incidental to the real holocaust about to happen on these very shores. 

'A sorcerer...', said Bob Muzelle, sputtering lines from Shakespeare, his only port in a storm. 'A weird sister...a harpy'; but these frail poetic notions were unsatisfying to say the least as he walked past the Ronald Reagan building and saw the pile of  USAID file cabinets, desks, water coolers, and roller chairs piled high on the street.  He flustered about, raising his arms to the sky like an Old Testament prophet, appealing to the God he had dismissed for years to come to the aid of the nation. 

They had it coming, said a Trump apologist.  There was no way that ten years of hammering, goading, ridiculing, and dismissing the President was going go unpunished.  He might have made good on his promise to reduce the size of government, lower taxes, remove punitive regulations, and open the country to energy exploration in any case; but this Anschluss, this Mongol putsch, this leveling, no-holds-barred, heads-on-spikes retributive disaster was harsh, punitive, and vindictive.

The job had to be done, so why not kill two birds with one stone - uproot and toss the clogging, nonsensical bureaucracies of Washington and at the same time frenzy the gobsmacked Left?

America has never seen a President like Donald Trump II - an irreverent, bombastic, devastatingly blunt man who understands power and uses it.  He is indeed like Putin and Xi, Machiavellians to the core, nationalists and historical patriots who have clear visions of restoring their once imperial nations to international supremacy.  Trump is not shy about his desire to return America to the position of world leadership it once had - an economic, military, and financial powerhouse that will beggar the ambitions of Russia and China. 

 

America voted for Donald Trump because he had the Machiavellian instincts of Xi and Putin; because he was as strong, determined, and defiant as they, and because he would always and inalterably promote American interests. 

It is the Left which, intellectually impoverished after its Utopian, deforming schemes had been outed for the frauds they were, dazed and confused by their summary dismissal, and given to childish tantrums about their loss, created Donald Trump II.  Their lack of temperance, their febrile, unhinged hatred, and their wildly improbable reformism, led to the fiery resurgence of an unintimidated and angry man. 

'Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble', incanted the Weird Sisters in Macbeth, and despite all Bob's efforts to tamp down the fearsome images of a sorcerer in the White House, up they came.  There was something indeed Satanic about the man, something that only a violent exorcism would right; but from where would this countervailing supernatural power come? 

No one was paying attention anymore to BLM's shouts for the rights of the black man, nor the gaggle of women on the Mall bitching about misogyny and MeToo abuse, nor the hyperbolic Cassandras of Global Warming.  The heady days of Selma, Montgomery, Freedom Rides, and 'I have a dream' were long gone.  A cold, dark, penitential winter was coming. 

A nasty wind rose up and blew up Pennsylvania Avenue, snapping the flag over the Trump White House.  All was quiet but trouble was brewing within in, Bob knew.  It looked so serene, pristine, and beautiful, America's home, now sullied and disgraced by the demon within.  Bob could never look upon it with any sense of pride, dignity, or patriotism.  It was a perverse, horrific, scary fun house. 

'Next', the President said after signing another one of the bevy of executive orders in front of him.  This will be a great day, he thought, smiling and happy.