I think I’m starting to lose it. It’s Trump. My psyche is constantly battered by his narcisistic cruelty and lawlessness. I think I am experiencing some version of Alice in Wonderland syndrome. How can one man be fucking the country over so badly and get by with it? More dumbfoundedly, not only is no one doing anything about it, but by exploiting practically every legal loophole and skirting observed social norms, he has enriched himslf and family beyond the dreams of avarice. I don’t understand. How is this happening?
Start with the insurrection of January 6th 2021. It is so well known that we just refer to the entire day of carnage as Jan 6. It is so well known because almost everyone in the country witnessed what happened with their own eyes. And yet Trump, forever aware of his involvement and wish to do everything he can to make people forget about what really happened, produced a dedicated false narrative page on the White House website this past Jan 6 that is an insulting indignity to our logically inclined population, to reality, and especially to the police officers who defended the Capitol Building that day. How can something like this be allowed? It’s reality so distorted it distorts your own sense of reality. Leave me alone Alice.
Then there’s the thing with Venezuela. I dont know if you’ve noticed, but Trump has an almost romantic relationship with power. And explosions. We caught and kidnapped a very terrible person. Congrats to to our military. A job well done indeed. And that is part of the problem with Trump. He just can’t get enough of displaying this country’s military might. His birthday military parade was sort of a fizzle, but buster bombing Iran was a libido triggering orgasm. What is particularly alarming, is he uses service men to amuse himself. His quote on Fox News right after Maduro’s capture: “I watched it, literally, like I was watching a television show. And if you would have seen the speed, the violence.” The man is pathologically fascinated by explosions. Anytime Hegseth blows up some shit he is immediately on speed dial with the president so he can watch. Trump’s version of Viagra. Television is the Mad Hatter’s bedroom.
A day after the Maduro kidnapping while he is flying around on Air Force One, Trump is conducting a press gaggle that is video taped, and boldly admits to a reporter that America’s oil company execs knew all about the Venezuelan incursion both before and after it took place. This is quite the reveal, since he never bothered to consult with congress about the matter. It’s another of those contempts of constitutional order that he seems proud to flaunt. and once again reminds the nation Trump’s authoritarian oligarcy will place the interests of of his billionaire cronies before those of the representatives of the general public. Just as galling, it showed he is more than willing to use our service members to move forward the interests of his doners. It’s another Trump maneuver that induces a brain contortion . It’s bad, but not quite Wonderland bad. That happens when Lindsey Graham’s head appears during the video. His face is level with Trump’s armpit, and he is inordinately giddy. Is it Trump’s deodorant? It’s hard to say. Nonetheless he is dripping with subservient admiration and smiling like, that’s right, a Cheshire cat. Then there are two Chesire cats, because Howard Ludnick all of a sudden appears in the footage, grinning from ear to ear. There they are, the two of them snickering and giggling like a couple of teenagers hiding behind a thick hedge watching a man come out of his house and stomp away at a paper bag full of cat shit they ignited on the guys front porch.
I can’t get that imagage out of my head. There’s Ludnik, a swell guy currently promoting deregulation of the cryptocurrency market. But Linsey Graham is the ultimate Cheshire. Immediately after Jan 6 he stood on the Senate floor and denounced Trump for what he had caused. Like the Cheshire Cat, he called out the madness of the Mad Hatter. But just a few days later he became a profound character in my private upside down world by unexpicitly reversing course and ultimately becoming an avid supporter and protector of the mad man.
And now performing inside my Wonderland are images of a murder of a woman in Minneapolis by an ICE agent. What makes this so perfectly Wonderland is the woman was white. The Mad Hatter’s plan to make America white again is now maddeningly inside out. Whiteness protects you no longer. Entering on stage is my Wonderland March Hare, Kristi Noem, replacing her sheik shortstop look with urban cowboy. The hat is way too big, I think. Instead of a cowboy vibe I am getting that of a football player wearing a helmet with one of those thick Guardian Caps attached to reduce concussion risk. Like the Hare in the Wonderland story, she is as mad as the Hatter, or at the very least a psychopathic ass kisser, and she’s doing her best to prop up Trump’s policy of public safety for white people. Without any pertinent background she tries to paint the dead woman as a terrorist and her trigger happy employee as a hero. This is what happens in Wonderland. Black is white. Once again we can see with our own eyes what really happened. There is cell phone video of the entire incident, from several angles, that proves the things Noem is saying are lies. And the Mad Hatter himself gets involved, repeating Noem’s alternate version of reality in a social media post, and tops it with a blatant lie about the ICE agent ending up in the hospital. That did not happen. But in Wonderland it did. And the Mad Hatter demands you believe him. And unfortunately the inhabitants of the MAGA universe will. That is the one defining, terrifying fact that constantly haunts my Wonderland.
Wonderland is not a wonderful place. It is a domain where facts do not matter, where corruption is not only constant, but astonishingly acceptable. It is the relm of the greedy, a governmental administration conducted by oligarchic kleptocrats who keep screwing the people they are supposed to be serving while enriching themselves. It is the land of liars, none more accomplished than the Mad Hatter Trump, promising to reveal his taxes, lower food prices, lower inflation, reduce energy and housing costs. None of that has been fulfilled. He promised to end the Ukraine war that still rages on, and it’s hard to give him credit for solving the Gaza problem when conflict is still ongoing, as it is in at least three of the other wars he supposedly solved. And with the Venezuala mess we might be getting right back into another engagement that by now we should understand without proper forethought will become another one that might be excruciatingly prolonged. Another campaign promise cast aside. Yes, give him credit for controlling imigrant border crossings, but his current ruthless immigration deportation policy is not publically supported, and now with a federal agent murdering a woman in Minneapolis we will be lucky if we don’t have another George Floyd revolt on the horizon.
My personal Wonderland is also a world of Trump’s imagination. He insists Argentina is in possesion of America’s oil. That must assume there is some kind of reverse migration going on, like Argentina has engineered a fantasitic pipeline that snakes underground, crosses into the United States and sucks up our oil. Remarkable. Trump is the perfect Mad Hatter, in and out of Wonderland. His nonsensical conversations and disjointed social media posts are classic Mad Hatter and his eccentric attraction to, and implementation of everything gold and garish is luminously Mad Hatter. How far will Trump take us into Wonderland? It would seem his Donroe version of the Monroe Doctrine has the country charted for very undemocratic waters. Having evicerated domestic norms and laws, now he is focused on abusing common international law. If his recent doctrinal belief that might makes right does not produces more mind bending pseudo-phychedelic chaos, we are at least headed for some that is very Orwellian. According to Trump, major world powers should stick to their own lane, then everything is fine. What he is suggesting is the three countries considered to be the worlds most powerful, inflict whatever hegemony they want as long as they stay reasonably within their own sphere of influence. Instead of 1984’s Oceana, Eurasia and Eastasia, we will have the U.S., Russia, and China incorporating one sovereign territory after another, and like the novel, maybe continuous war with one or the other over any disputed boundary . Look out Cuba and Colombia.
The Mad Hatter’s fixation of a Greenland take over is insane. A cold war aggreement allows the U.S. to establish any number of military bases it desires. But as always in dealing with the ruler of our Wonderland, we should always expect the unexpected. It is one of Trumps tricks of survival. Distract and deflect. And of coures deny. Epstein files and Jan 6- lie or invade another county to change the public’s focus. A mysterious explosion leveling the building where the Epstein files are stored would not surprise.
Stock up the liquor cabinet, because forthcoming from Trump will be more of the same Mad Hatterness. In a recent Times interview he confoundingly stated he doesn’t need international law and the only limit to his power is his own morality. WTF! This coming from the man tortuously obsessed with making sure the Epstein files never see the light of day. In upcoming months be prepared for many more hallucinogenic whiffs from the Mad Hatter’s bong. Expect more discarding norms and flaunting the law, gutting financial and environmental regulations, insulting the famlies of dead people, promoting stuff you never dreamed could be grifted, more garish gold and haphazard White House demolition, pay to play schemes that skirt all known legal authority as well as pay for pardons. With enough cash any Charles Manson type out there has a shot at freedom. And you can definitely count on more shady shenanigans with cryptocurrency. Already in the works is a proposal to mainstream the Trump family crypto business with a banking license. The Mad Hatter has redacted the constitutional emoluments clause for all intents and purposes. Wonderland never stops confusing.
Somewhere in my personal Wonderland there is a football field. Instead of white, the side and yard line markers are all blazing lines of gold. On the sideline stands coach Lindsey Graham, with clip board in hand, a shit eating grin plastered over his face. And lined up on the offensive line at wide receiver is Kristi Noam, wearing a helmet with a double thick Guardian Cap to protect her extra long, free flowing hair extensions. I never know how she does, or the outcome of the game, because at the snap of the ball I am jolted out of my sleep. I shuffle off to the bathroom to pee. The night’s slumber is over. For the rest of the early morning I will be wondering about Wonderland. Through consciousness and sleep, Wonderland exists in every dimension. Alice. Make it go away. I am tired.
