“Doomsday speculation about the midterm elections takes hold. “They’re animals,” President Trump said about the success of leftists in this year’s Democratic primaries. “We have to stop this…horrible threat of cancer that’s permeating our country called communism,” he told right-wing evangelicals in a desperate effort to stir fear about Democrats. The Washington Post described his words as “dehumanizing,” and similar to 1950s “redbaiting,” attacks on Democrats that led the U.S. Senate to censure the infamous Sen. Joseph McCarthy (R-Wis.).”
When is it too late to change the direction of the future? When is one minute past the Eleventh Hour, the last-ditch chance to redirect, to correct, to release the pressure of an oncoming storm of doom?
The only truth Trump is capable of speaking, and thinking about, is his knowledge regarding his crimes committed, his perversions, his relationship with Putin, and his fear of going to prison. Trump’s army of Fascists, those who know that their power will only remain intact as long as Trump is the all-powerful Oz, are grifting the system and using the government for their own needs and rewards and are just as worried about keeping Trump in office; they, like Trump, will not stop at any hideous or insidious methods to deny democracy.
There may be a Blue Tsunami in November, but the Trump Reich is already in the throes of diverting that powerful wall of water from ever reaching the shores of Washington, DC.
And so here I sit once again, ranting and raving, perseverating, full of angst, and worry, witnessing evil doing its best to knock out good. Watching as corruption and heinousness move closer and closer to victory, I ask: when is too late, too late?
