Fix Bayonets

I told you so.

Ilhan Omar gives a history lesson: “The last time the Alien Enemies Act was invoked it was used during World War ELEVEN.”

I am fucking furious. Still. It's intensifying. I am motherfucking done with both these necrotic parties that have turned the Republic into a whorehouse where the Constitution gets gang-raped nightly and the only debate is which pimp gets the bigger cut. But the Republicans...oh, the Republicans. Those spineless, ball-less, invertebrate sacks of tactical faggotry. I reserve a special circle of hell for them. They didn’t just fail to fight; they held the door open, offered lube, and apologized for the inconvenience while the left sodomized every last institution we built. They watched the country get bent over the altar of “progress” and their only contribution was a strongly-worded press release, a fundraising email, and a performative prayer circle for the cameras. Pussies. Clinical, pathological pussies. Not the garden-variety yellow-belly pussification of ordinary men...no. This is a sophisticated, highly-evolved strain of moral cowardice that would make Nietzsche vomit. These are men who have internalized the enemy’s frame so completely they now police their own side for “extremism” while the other side burns the village down. They are not conservatives; they are managed opposition. Domesticated wolves who traded their fangs for 401(k)s, Fox News green rooms, and the warm approval of people who despise them. They don’t lack power. They lack the will to use it. And that, my darlings in rage, is the blackest pathology of all: the suicide of the strong by their own hand. Philosophy calls it acedia...the sloth of the soul that masquerades as prudence. I call it what it is: treason with better haircuts. I see blood because I see the autopsy of a civilization being performed in real time by people who swore an oath to protect it, then spent the next four decades negotiating the terms of its dismemberment. Every time a Republican “leader” lectures us about “democracy” while another federal agency is weaponized against us, another border is erased, another child is chemically castrated in the name of tolerance, another trillion is printed into the pockets of their donors...I feel the ancient Roman in me rising with a gladius and a simple question: When do we stop pretending these people are on our side? They aren’t. They are the polite face of the same metastatic cancer. The Democrats are the tumor that wants to kill the host quickly and loudly. The Republicans are the tumor that wants to kill it slowly, tastefully, while assuring the host it’s all perfectly legal and bipartisan. I loathe them with a purity that borders on religious. Not because they are evil in the cartoon sense, but because they are weak in the most dangerous way possible: the weakness that flatters itself as wisdom. The weakness that smiles, nods, and passes the next omnibus bill while Rome burns and they roast marshmallows on the flames. Fuck them. Fuck their “principles.” Fuck their “statesmanship.” Fuck their carefully calibrated outrage that always arrives two years too late and five degrees too polite. I will not let this go. I will carry this rage like a blade between my teeth until the day either the Republic is reborn in fire or I am lowered into the ground still snarling. There is no third option. There is no “both sides are bad so I’ll just grill.” There is only the cold, clear recognition that one side is actively destroying us and the other side is masturbating to the polling data while it happens. And history, that merciless bitch, will not record their careful excuses. She will record only the blood on their hands...and the fact that they washed them in the same sink as the people who held the knife. So here I am teeth bared, eyes full of murder-light. Not asking for permission. Just waiting for enough real men to finally admit what I already know in my marrow: The Republicans didn’t lose the country. They surrendered it. And I will never, ever forgive them for it. 💀⚖️🗡️