Forget Civility. This Is Survival.
No more handshakes. No more patience. Just resistance
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
The monsters are back, uglier, dumber, and somehow louder than before. At the helm? Donald Trump and his motley crew of enablers, each one more repulsive and destructive than the last.
Together, they’ve dragged the abyss with them, kicking and screaming, straight into the soul of the nation. The battle lines are drawn, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.
We tried “reasoned.” We tried “rational.” Hell, we even tried “compassionate.” But when you’re up against a bloated con man and his gaggle of malevolent misfits, there’s no room left for diplomacy.
They’ve made it abundantly clear: this isn’t politics—it’s a scorched-earth campaign to dismantle democracy, brick by brick.
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The Clown Car from Hell
At the wheel, you’ve got Donald Trump: the spray-tanned grifter with the attention span of a toddler and the empathy of a vending machine.
This is a man whose crowning achievement in business was the astonishing feat of bankrupting a casino—a place where the house always wins.
And yet, here he is, ready to take another swing at ruining the country, buoyed by a mob of enablers who’d sell their souls for a sniff of power.
Behind him sits Stephen Miller, a man so devoid of humanity he makes the Grim Reaper look like a philanthropist.
Miller’s giddy cruelty is the engine of Trump’s immigration policies—a real-life horror movie where families are torn apart for the sake of “optics.” If anyone deserves to be a permanent contender for the Darwin Awards, it’s him.
Then there’s JD Vance, the poster child for spineless opportunism. Once a self-proclaimed critic of Trump’s “cultural heroin,” Vance has since flipped faster than a pancake at an IHOP. His moral compass? Sold on eBay to the highest bidder.
This is the lineup. This is who they are. A clown car of ambition, greed, and willful ignorance, barreling toward the cliff’s edge with the rest of us strapped in the backseat.
Burning Everything Down
It’s no secret: Trump’s second coming promises to make the first look like a dress rehearsal. His economic “strategy” (if you can call it that) revolves around tariffs that tank industries and spark trade wars.
The man doesn’t understand economics any more than he understands grammar. Remember his first term? Billions were wasted bailing out farmers who suffered under his disastrous policies.
But hey, who cares about reality when you’ve got a MAGA hat and a Sharpie?
And let’s not forget his vendetta against immigrants.
This time, the cruelty will be more pointed, more refined, and more devastating. Stephen Miller’s fingerprints are all over it, from revoking citizenships to cramming kids into detention centers.
They’ll claim it’s about “national security,” but the truth is simpler and uglier: it’s about fear, power, and bigotry.
The collateral damage? Innocent families torn apart. An economy in shambles. Communities left to pick up the pieces while Trump voters wonder why their lives are also falling apart.
Because here’s the thing: the leopards don’t just eat other people’s faces.
Cheerleaders for the Apocalypse
And where’s the media in all of this? Right where they’ve always been: front and center, breathlessly documenting every dumpster fire as though it’s the goddamn Olympics.
“Look how presidential he sounds this time!” they’ll coo, conveniently forgetting the four years of chaos, incompetence, and open racism that preceded his return.
They’ll chase the ratings, amplify the insanity, and then act shocked when the country bursts into flames.
We’ve seen this playbook before. They’ll fawn over the spectacle while ignoring the substance. They’ll normalize the unthinkable because it sells ads.
And when the dust settles, they’ll shrug and say, “Who could have seen this coming?”
Burn It Down to Build It Up
Here’s the truth: they want us to despair. To roll over. To accept the abyss as inevitable.
But despair is a luxury we can’t afford. Anger, on the other hand? Now that’s a fuel source.
If Trump and his misfits want to drag us into the abyss, let’s make sure we’re dragging them right down with us. Let them choke on the ashes of their own chaos. Let their policies implode spectacularly, as they always do.
And when they come crawling back, whining about the mess they created, let’s greet them with nothing but scorn and a hearty, “We told you so.”
Rage Against the Dying of Democracy
This is a fight we’ve been in before, and it’s a fight we’ll win again. But it won’t be pretty. It won’t be fair. And it sure as hell won’t be easy.
The stakes couldn’t be higher, but neither could our resolve.
If they want a war, let’s show them what democracy looks like when it’s fighting for its life.
Let’s remind them that the abyss gazes back—and that what it sees is a nation of people who refuse to surrender.
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If you’re ready to keep the truth burning bright, to stand tall against the chaos, and to make sure these monsters don’t win, join the fight. Become part of the resistance today.
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Not much I can do from a tiny dot in the South Pacific except to remind you, as you tear down Trump, that united, you need to remember the definition of Veilomani - In Fijian culture, veilomani is not just about romantic or family love — it’s a social and ethical value that encourages unity, cooperation, forgiveness, and community harmony. It’s deeply connected to the traditional Fijian way of life (veiwekani — relationships) and the broader communal spirit of the vanua. Just because Trump and MAGA have lost their souls, those resisting must remember not to lose theirs "And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
https://open.substack.com/pub/clareparrish/p/veilomani-the-heart-of-fijian-compassion