kimberlysteele | Entries tagged with trump derangement

I doubt anyone noticed, but I don't usually talk politics. Since Biden was appointed his placeholder presidency, I have made deliberate efforts to tune out all things political. Why? Outrage never helps, and that includes outrage from me. If I throw my own hate energy at the doddering pedophile vegetable in the White House, that is energy I could be transforming for better use on my own projects. Unlike today's Scientism-ists, I understand a few natural laws. If I exchange the finite energy of my personal being in order to throw hate, I take it away from my other goals, such as inspiring others with a love of music, composing Orphic hymns, learning Druid ritual magic, and generally being a better person than I was yesterday, if only by the slightest bit.

Dumb and Ironically Loud

The Left finally did a dumb enough act to get me to speak about politics again, and that is saying something. Americans have suffered with a failing jalopy of the economy in the wake of Covid hysteria. When I founded my local business support group for mask and vax-free networks, Speakeasy Illinois, I was in the process of collapsing my small business. I had so few clients, it was not possible to afford commercial rent. Though I am now swimming in clients again as per usual, during the Plandemic I legitimately considered skipping out of music teaching and doing something else... that was how bad it got. I got off easy. The Democrat-managed economy made huge swathes of the American population homeless. Plentiful fentanyl flowing into the country as well as a metastasized pharmaceutical system have put average people into the position where they can become violently addicted to soul-destroying drugs at any moment. There are beggars at every major intersection now in my realm of the posh suburbs. The homeless live and amass in forest preserves, making many of them dangerous to traverse. Inflation, shrinkflation, and crapification are through the roof. Most suburban Zoomers have two garbage jobs by the age of 25 and still live at home. Everybody is working, hustling, and breaking ass just to keep Mom stocked in paper towels and coffee creamer.

Gaslighting Makes Me Stabby

All of this would be almost bearable if we had not been gaslit for the last four years about being in a Golden Age. In said Golden Age, the aforementioned complaints not happening. The economy is great, they say. The 2000 election was the fair result and what Americans wanted, they say. January 6 was an insurrection and its provocateurs still rot in prison. Open borders are virtuous. Men are women and women are men. Riots and fiery lootings are peaceful protests.

If there is one thing that can transform a regular, law-abiding human being into a homicidal maniac, it is gaslighting. Back in the fifth grade, I remember being gaslit by another little girl who was known for openly lying. I don't even remember what she was lying about, but when she lied about me, I had the urge to snuff out her life. America is on the verge of civil war because of millions of people being told a pack of lies and then being coerced to pretend they like it.

When the lying, sniveling media pretended that the Presidential Weekend at Bernie's farce had only become apparent at the first debate, it was more fuel on a roaring fire. Biden's gaffes started well before he assumed the POTUS title. The Left has merely reaped what they have sown. Watching Biden call Zelensky by Putin's name would be funny if we had not been gaslit.

"Hate"-Humping the Air

All this time, the Left (and this includes Trump Derangement-addled RINOS) had every opportunity to be the change they wanted to see in the world. Instead, they are a lot of lunatics who have been babbling and screeching for nearly a decade now, throwing every fiber of their being into the love of Trump. You heard me correctly: the LOVE of Trump. The Progress cult is a church of hate. They only claim to despise Trump. For when you are in love with hatred and hatred is your drug, the object of your addiction is also your beloved. BLM Chicago used many occasions during peak Plandemic to twerk in supposed defiance of Trump: the result was hilarious cringe. It absolutely read as a fertility ritual as they humped and gyrated, wishing for the magic seed that never came; pathetic! The legacy media broadcast Trump 24/7, making it abundantly clear who and what they lusted after. A hate boner is still a boner.

Trump is the mirror onto which the Left projects its own sins and the Left is in love with its own reflection. They predictably accuse Trump of every sin for which their side is responsible. When Trump was caught saying he would grab 'em by the pussy, Biden was actually doing it, both with Tara Reid and his own daughter Ashley, whose childhood diary reveals that she was afraid to shower because of her father's habit of climbing in with her. Accusations of Trump's violence and injustice were actually perpetrated by Leftists, both in speech and action. Trump's alleged racism was yet another projected Biden trait. Ole Corn Pop's senility now ensures he cannot hide his superiority complex when it comes to non-white people.

The soundest advice at the moment is to stock up on popcorn. We live in interesting times. We are living in an era of great change; one can feel it in the air. The lions of the entertainment industry are being poached. No one is safe; not J.Lo, who has been reduced to empty concert venues despite tickets costing eight dollars. Rumors have it that Oprah could be arrested, and even if they are not true, keep in mind she was untouchable a decade ago. Sean Combs, otherwise known as Diddy, is done for. The sacred cows of the previous era are being served up as steak.

Trump is not an Orange Julius Caesar - he's far too lucky for that. He is our Marcus Aurelius. We are coming into one last, fleeting era of prosperity before a descent into brutality and chaos. Stock up, stay level-headed, keep it thrifty, and get your affairs in order while you still can.

Hi Everyone, this post is likely it for this week -- I'm trying to finish a song project and I'll be pouring lots of effort into it Wednesday, when I usually put out a new post. Thanks for reading and please respect my no-profanity rules in the comments.

I have had more close friendships end due to my own choice than the other way around. In most of the cases, I was responsible for both the breakup and at least in part for the conflict that led to the breakup. In only one case did I feel completely innocent. Unlike the others, I never crap-talked this friend, I didn't enchant a guy she was obsessed with, and I was never so much as rude to her though she did not return the favor. She had an irritating habit of telling me I looked tired that I don't miss -- though I blew it off, this seemed to be a form of concern-trolling meant to inform me I was looking my chronological age and not youthful and fresh as we women are supposed to look at all times. She was often kind and considerate, but when the going got rough in her life, she turned out to be a bitter lunatic, obsessed with what she could not have. In her case, the holy grail was a biological child. She spent the second half of our decade-long friendship convinced that she deserved a healthy, perfect baby of her own genetic extraction. As an adoptee who was abandoned by my natural mother at ten days old despite being physically and mentally unblemished, it struck me as odd that she saw adoption as a vastly distant second best to procreation. Somewhere near the end, she found Jesus at the local McBox church -- during our last meeting she insisted she was finally content in life because of her newfound religion. My BS detector started ringing; she was raised agnostic atheist. The friendship came to a screeching halt when I asked, "What if Jesus doesn't have it in His plan for you to conceive?" You could almost hear the snap of the friendship breaking. Despite the pointed nature of my question, I still don't think I did anything wrong.

In a similar vein, I don't feel I wronged my vegan friends when I ended my vegan meetup group of ten years in August. Like my baby-obsessed former pal, vegans and vegetarians have become lunatics about their own holy grail, which is the toppling of the legally elected 45th president of the United States by any means necessary. They began this psychotic break in 2015, when Donald Trump went from fading reality TV show star to leader of the Executive Branch. Though my former friends accuse me of being a Trump fetishist, he has elicited no more than a "meh" from me in his entire presidential journey. I think he's done as good of a job as a person could do given the situation, but unlike them, I wouldn't take his job if it were handed to me on a silver platter, for all the power it would grant me.

I'm intellectually honest: Trump is a weird blowhard. He looks funny with his orange skin and puffy combover. He's also apparently quite competent at being President. He got in the way of foreign powers like China and Russia without goading them into firefights and he also got in the way of domestic terrorists like BLM and Antifa. He did not start any new wars. He's OK in my book. "Oh yeah, he seems OK" is the highest compliment I can give a president as a staid, born and bred, non-city dwelling Midwesterner. Make of that what you will. I am not excited about Trump. He elicits no passion from me one way or the other. I think he is OK, that is all.

Don't tell the other vegetarians, though. Former friends of mine foam at the mouth at the mention of Trump's name, their higher instincts thrown overboard in favor of Pavlovian hate porn gleefully propagated in every byte of mainstream media chatter. Between Facebook, Twitter, and CNN, their lives are one long, solid dog whistle, a teakettle of piss left on a dung-encrusted stove that never stops boiling over. My husband warned me that saying "All lives matter" got Jessica Doty Whitaker, the 24 year old Indiana mother of a three year old boy, fatally shot in the face. Recently, when I put out a sign letting my students know I would not force them to wear a mask inside my business, an adult piano student of a certain age confronted me, citing the governor's authority to deal with me for breaking the mask mandate. When I retorted with "The Constitution is the ultimate law of the land," she got so mad, she quit the lessons she had been taking for over two years. She was not mature about the matter. She ghosted me and did not pay for the half month she was present before our political disagreement. I was far more irritated by the ghosting than the money. People who are older than I am should know better than to act in such a rude and uncouth manner, especially over such trivia as politics. I just hope she finds a teacher in political agreement with whom to resume her lessons, because she was finally beginning to make real progress. I would hate to see two years of work, both mine and hers, wasted!

I am 47. Never did I think I would see a day when a despised Hollywood elite was more interested in cheering on BLM communism than making money in their chosen crafts of acting, directing, and film production, but here we are. Never did I suspect the Left would become the party of censorship. Never did I think people who marched for an end to the war in Vietnam would stump for an all out warmonger who put hundreds of thousands of black people in prison while his own son smoked crack cocaine with the groomed 14 year old daughter of his own dead brother. I didn't expect Donald Trump to be president in the first place and I'm more shocked to see that he's not half-bad at it. I'm done being surprised.

I would like to see a collective return to the old fashioned notions of civility and decorum. This means I would like to see a world where people don't shout in each other's faces or ghost their piano teachers because they are politically disgruntled. I'd like to see a world where Americans wear proper clothes in public spaces instead of open-toed Birkenstocks, shorts, sweatpants complete with sweat stains, and pajamas. I'd like to see a general disavowal of calling people the eff word and the C word and a return to more literary yet devastating insults. I'm entitled to my pipe dreams, I suppose. There are life lessons here that are being learned, that much is obvious. I pray we don't need a civil war to figure them out.

It does not matter what I think of Donald Trump, because I don’t devote any significant part of my life to thinking about him. I once rooted for Bernie Sanders to win the 2015 Democratic primary. I was not surprised by the outcome of that primary. Had I voted for Donald Trump from where I reside in Illinois, it would not have made a difference because Illinois has a way of voting blue no matter what. That’s exactly what happened in Illinois in 2016.

As a vegan, it is assumed I will vote either for Democrats or Progressives at election time. Both are left-leaning parties that pride themselves as being the choice of the “good people” and of compassion. Vegans are the supposed epitome of compassion, refusing to spare anyone down to the very insects from our beneficent largesse. Vegans are therefore not allowed to vote for an overgrown Biff Tannen who regularly makes an ass of himself on Twitter and marries women who are far better looking than he is. But why stop at preventing anyone in the fold to vote for Trump when you can attempt to censor their thoughts? Thinking of Trump as anything except LITERALLY HITLER is not allowed. Admitting he isn’t the worst president the US has ever had, if that is indeed your opinion, is not allowed. Questioning the mainstream media’s generally negative opinion of him is not allowed.

If the only argument you have is “REEEEEE YOU MOTHER$^#**er SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP REEEEE!!!!!”, the other side starts looking appealing by default. Certain types of Evangelist Christians who lurk around and occasionally bomb abortion clinics display the same kind of arrogant hysteria as the anti-Trump crowd and they are repulsive for the same reasons. Both claim to be virtuous and holy, yet we would be hard pressed to find a finer example of classic Luciferian evil. The need to be right is a hell of a drug.

My refusal to engage in the Trump-hating fashions of my era has meant I have had to create a metaphorical social distance between myself and those who live and die by that narrative. By my lack of desire to cloak myself in the daily ugliness of bashing Trump and his administration, I have become a pariah among the majority of my leftist friends. If they could gain a wider perspective, I think they would be horrified to see what they have become: mired in astral filth; dripping with bigotry, intolerance, and arrogance; devolving quickly into earlier and more crude forms from which it could take decades if not lifetimes to regain a state of astral hygiene. I believe that underneath the spitting hate, they are good people with great passion for healing the world, but they have completely lost any sight of empathizing with their fellow human beings enough to make change.

Over the past year, I was saddened to see good friends of mine whom I otherwise consider to be sane outright wishing harm on other people because they support Trump. Many leftists openly and transparently wish for more to die of the current plague because that somehow proves Trump is as evil as they say he is. I’m not even going to go into how stupid wishing harm on others is (there are concrete reasons why I don’t do that anymore) — to be succinct, wishing harm is like flinging your own poo: you can’t do it without getting sticky fingers and smelling like crap. Anti-Trumpers who wish harm are so obtuse, they don’t catch on when the harm they wish ricochets right back at them and causes them the losses and heartache they aimed like missiles at others. The #MeToo movement is a perfect example of this: wishing harm on Trump for his pussy-grabbing comment resulted in Trump potentially getting away with alleged sexual crimes against women while Joe Biden is held accountable for his alleged crimes.

This brings me to what I sense is coming for those who marinate in malefic intentions and hatred that can be easily proved with a few screenshots on any given day: this does end well for you and the blowback you’ve earned will hurt you and the ones you love. Stop now if you can, while you still can. Invoke the highest version of yourself and if you’re amenable, look to higher powers instead of hatred to get you through the coming dark times. I could be wrong, but I believe a tsunami of retribution is coming for the Left and all of its disingenuous, virtue signaling ill-wishers. The deeper you are, the worse it will be for you, so please stop digging.

Be blessed.

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