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Worst Case

 While the country waits for another Super Bowl, the slow moving coup we're undergoing inches along.  The Constitution quakes, splinters, and seems less relevant every day.  Its unbroken record is serious threatened.  This is no bank crisis that Andrew Jackson faced, this is no civi war, not yet because the house is divided.  This is no Watergate.  This is raw power in the hands of a sociopath and a tech billionaire somewhere on the spectrum.  

Congress needs a refresher course on Separation of Powers.  Why are many in both houses so willing to offer up their share?  The Trump juggernaut rolls over everything in its path.  Where is the outrage from his own party?



The guy hasn't read a book in years.  That's why he can so easily revert to imperialism to back up his strong leanings toward racism, colonialism, and condescension.  He's a walking mess when it comes to understanding history and other cultures.  That's why we can't expect anything other than what we're getting.  

I want to hear from those who willfully placed their vote in his column.  When the regret hits, I want to know what they feel like.  Maybe they feel as little as he does.  Maybe they reserve their emotions for NFL games only.  

Now that the main event is in full swing, we await the chance to change our seats.  If a few Congressional seats can be flipped, the battle for the Constitution will rival any football bowl game.  A line will have been drawn in the sand and the politicos will have to say something or live by their silence.

Of all the changes that the blitzkrieg strategy of Elon Musk and Donals Trump have wrought so far, the one that stands out the most is the gutting of USAID.  This foreign policy strategy has gone counter to the notion of the "Ugly American" more than any other in recent memory. It's apparent that so many of the world's most vulnerable people depend on these programs for food, medicine and other basic human needs.  There is something particularly repugnant about the world's richest man and a would-be dictator teaming up to cut off these people.  In the name of America, this must be overturned at once.

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