Every once in a while someone on social media will say, as a preamble to venting about Li’l Duce, “I don’t wish death or ill for anyone but….”
They are better people than I am.
When Andrew Breitbart died, I wrote Good riddance; the world is now a better place.
When Steve Bannon and Stephen Miller are called to their final address by Satan, I will write the same thing.
And when the Mad King ceases robbing the Earth’s atmosphere of precious air, I will write those words.
As a tribute to him, I will write them in all caps.
Li’L Duce last week forced his compliant Congress, both the House and Senate, to rescind two years’ worth of funding for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.
That means the station my show, Big Talk, is aired on is now in panic mode. The general manager, Jar Turner, and the board of directors are hustling to find expenses to cut. The development director, Brooke Turpin, will be working quadruple overtime for the next few months trying to dig up new sources of funding for WFHB.
The truth of the matter is people are going to lose their jobs and the station will have to forgo any number of syndicated programs it now airs.
All community and public radio stations around the country are in similar straits now. Some of them — maybe even a lot of them — will not survive.
That’s just the way Li’l Duce and his coterie of hateful, vengeful, lick-spittling thugs want it to be.
War on artists, journalists, dissenters, outsiders, queers, women, education, science, people with dark skin, Muslims, foreigners, immigrants…, phew, the list can go on ad infinitum, started brewing years ago. Now, Li’l Duce and his right wing, Project 2025, Heritage Foundation, John Birch Society, white supremacist, Christian nationalist confreres are in full attack mode, just as the 45th/47th president promised when he ran for office last year.
Don’t buy the bullshit that he’s interested in “efficient government,” “lower prices,” “law and order,” or any of his other platitudes, plugs, and hypes. He wants only to hurt people he sees as The Other. Their pain is his pleasure.
He’s filled with hate.
Hate is not a healthy thing. We’re better people when we hate less. We may even reach some nirvana-ish state if, somehow, we were able to eliminate all hate from our hearts. Hell, even the Roman Catholics tell us to love our neighbor. And you know that gang’s history of oppression, repression, bullying, forced conversions, the three Inquisitions, the nine Crusades, the sexual improprieties, the misogyny, the homophobia, and pretty much every other form of unholy immorality humankind can conjure up. They tell us hate is poison.
Hate breeds hate.
Now I’m filled with hate.
I’m not happy about it but it must be so. There’s no room for love in war.
Take heart that this steamrolling Epstein business may relieve us of Trump sooner that we expected.