Another Trump lie

Trump’s “Army of Opportunity”

When Trump was busy blowing smoke up the backsides of the generals, he bragged that military recruitment was at an all-time high.
And technically, he wasn’t lying — which, for Trump, is like finding a unicorn.

Yes, numbers went up. But not because Americans suddenly felt the patriotic urge to join Trump’s Brown Shirt Brigade. No, it’s because a whole lot of people are broke, desperate, and need a paycheck more than a purpose.

See, the Army rolled out a new program designed to scrape the bottom of the barrel. That’s not me being mean — that’s their phrase. They’re now recruiting folks who couldn’t qualify before, helping them lose weight and pass the basic test. Think of it as boot camp before boot camp — the pre-owned soldier program.

So, congratulations America: if you’re homeless, jobless, and hopeless, Uncle Sam wants you! You’ll get a bed, three meals a day, and the exciting opportunity to be first in line when the shooting starts.

And yet, there was Trump onstage — puffed up like a toad in heat — bragging that “our recruitment numbers are fantastic.” Sure they are, Donnie. It’s amazing what happens when poverty becomes your biggest recruiter.

If you want the real story, check today’s New York Times. Turns out, we’re not building an army of heroes — we’re building an army of survivors. And the man selling it as “winning” wouldn’t know honor if it saluted him.

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Kill them all then sort out the innocent.

What Have We Become?

Our new Secretary of Defense seems to think the path to victory is making soldiers more ruthless and violent. Forget strategy, forget diplomacy—the new doctrine is: be meaner, hit harder.

Before Trump wandered onstage to showcase his latest episode of public derangement, Peter Hegseth delivered what sounded like a high school locker room pep talk to the generals. His message? Our troops are “wimps,” weakened by the radical idea that women also serve. Morality? That’s for losers. Civilian casualties? Just background noise. The subtext was clear: it’s fair game to kill anyone who isn’t waving a Republican flag.

The generals sat there in silence, watching the performance, no doubt wondering what circus they had stumbled into.

Meanwhile, Trump and Hegseth were practically giddy over their new rebranding idea: scrap the “Department of Defense” and call it what it really is—the “Department of War.” Because what’s more macho than renaming things while innocent people die?

Trump, a lifelong fan of studio wrestling, loves the fake tough-guy act. Hegseth, when not drunk, loves to play macho man himself. Together, they strut and posture while the country stares into the abyss.

What have we become?

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Talking to a MAGA

Under the Willow Tree: Reality Check with a MAGA Man

The evening was pleasant, the kind that makes you want to linger under the willow tree at the park. I sat with my little sign, encouraging people to vote for the swimming pool—the one the Three Stooges on the council are determined to block.

Then along came a younger guy, maybe mid-40s, with a pack of hunting dogs tugging at their leashes. I asked the simple question: “You going to vote for the new pool?” That’s all it took.

Turns out, he was a full-tilt MAGA disciple. Taxes were the devil, and anything involving them was out of the question. From there, the conversation slid into the familiar left-right trench warfare.

What amazed me wasn’t his opinions—it was how far divorced from reality they were. According to him, January 6th wasn’t stirred up by Trump at all. No, it was 125 FBI agents who masterminded the whole thing. The rioters? Oh, they were escorted into the Capitol. When I pointed out the video evidence of people smashing windows to get inside, he shrugged it off. In his world, the mob just appeared, Trump had nothing to do with it, and the FBI was running the show.

I tried another angle: Trump’s long track record of lies. I reminded him that Trump built his political career on claiming Obama was born in Africa—and later admitted he made it up. Even with that clear-cut case, the MAGA man wriggled and squirmed, but couldn’t escape the truth.

On it went, circling around in the same loop: fact versus fantasy. And that’s the problem—we’re not just arguing politics anymore. We’re living in two different realities.

This is the world we live in now. A simple question about a swimming pool turns into a surreal debate about FBI conspiracies and Trump’s innocence. Under the willow tree, it was clear: America is sitting at the same table, but talking past itself.

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Hard not to see it

A Tale of Two Lights in the Sky

Last night, the heavens put on a show. The International Space Station shot across the evening sky like a cosmic diamond, so bright it could stop you mid-sentence. It was a reminder that human beings, when working together, can build something extraordinary—something that soars silently above politics, borders, and nonsense.

But back here on Earth, in Washington, D.C., another light shined, though not nearly as noble: Trump’s madness lit up the stage before America’s generals. The contrast could not have been starker.

The generals sat like stone, uniforms pressed, eyes forward, while the Commander-in-Chief raved like a man possessed. The same tired script played again: We’re the greatest, we have the best economy, the strongest military, and yes, even the best toilet paper. You could almost hear the collective groan of history saying, Not this speech again.

By any reasonable measure, the man is unwell. But the MAGA faithful don’t flinch. To them, it’s part of the package. They know he sounds like a patient in the wrong ward—but he’s their patient, and that seems to be enough.

Then came the part that should chill every spine in the room: Trump urged the military to start “training” for urban warfare—right here in American cities. He dressed it up as strength, but it’s nothing more than rehearsal for martial law. Insane? Absolutely. Unconstitutional? Without question. But to the cult, it’s just Tuesday.

The space station arcs silently across the heavens, proof of what humanity can achieve when we strive toward light. Trump’s performance before the generals was the opposite: a dark spectacle, grounded in fear and delusion, dragging us downward. One is the future we could have; the other, the nightmare we risk if the MAGA crowd keeps cheering their chosen madman.

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