February 28, 2026: Love of Servitude, Every Successful Revolution, We Are Citizens.

 

“Without economic security, the love of servitude cannot possibly come into existence.”

----Aldous Huxley “Brave New World”

This is the simple truth the idiot wrong cannot bring itself to understand. This is the fault line in the coalition, the uneasy alliance of populist working class with the billionaire oligarchy, that is at the core of the ReSCUMlickan Party. This is what now threatens to unravel the skein of lies, corruption, and lust for power of Caesar Disgustus and his minions. They weren't paying attention in school; perhaps, like tRUMP, they could never be taught. They didn't learn one of the basic tenets of history: every successful revolution is a middle class enterprise. The middle class will simply not go quietly.

As the ResCUMlickans rush headlong into an enterprise that concentrates wealth into an ever more powerful oligarchy and, in the bargain, savages the middle class, they expect that the people will accept our emerging servitude not with resignation, but with joy. The worship of the 'chosen one' will blind them to their pain. Revenge replaces results. The bargain, according to these lights, is the exchange of real freedom for mere performance; the sadistic punishment of enemies real and imagined, and much more imagined than real. Hence, the 'culture wars'; where building concentration camps replaces building of factories; where the pleasure of sadism is a salve for economic pain. This has always been the playbook of every tin-horn dictator, every bloated puffed up strong man; every fascist scumbag who ever strutted across a political stage.

By systematically destroying every institution in this republic and arming the population with well over 350 million firearms, the ReSCUMlickans have rendered this country damn near ungovernable. And, given our history of determined individualism it is unclear whether this errant experiment in authoritarian rule will succeed. Americans, I suspect, will not accept accept it.  We will not be made to love our assigned servitude. We are not subjects. We are citizens.

“We're not gonna take it

never did and never will

we're not gonna take it

gonna break it, gonna shake it

let's forget it better still”

-----”We're Not Gonna Take It”, The Who

Impeach and Imprison the Bastards.

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1. Huxley, Aldous. “Brave New World” copyright 1932, Mrs. Laura Huxley. Published by arrangement with Random House Group Limited. Everyman's Library London. Page 230. Introduction by Huxley, published here as postscript with introduction in this edition for some unexplained reason in 2013 by John Sutherland.

February 26, 2026: Letter From Hell, Ripped Off Playbook, It Won't Be Long

 

February 26, 2026: Letter From Hell, Ripped Off Playbook, It Won't Be Long

“All Roads to Hell lead back to Richard Shithouse Nixon”

----The Quotations of Chairman Joe”

I've long held, in these columns, that all roads to Hell lead back to Richard Nixon. The assaults on the press, the corruption, the dawning incompetence, the constant posturing as a victim, the paranoia, the fucking with elections. Our Caesar Disgustus, being too butfaced stupid, hasn't brought anything newI except, perhaps, a sewage-rat determination to gnaw on the foundations of this republic. I mean even Nixon had a minimum decency. Even Nixon has a lingering sense of shame. Even Nixon could find it within himself to recognize when the stench became unbearable. Even Nixon could marshall the courage to step down.

In any case, Andy Borowitz, writing for occupysf.net, has correctly identified the ultimate destination of both Nixon and the present vulgarian now stinking up the Oval Office. Herein is his contribution to what he correctly describes what is and what will be the lasting legacy of our Caesar Disgustus.

Nixon’s letter from Hell

By admin | December 9, 2025 | Uncategorized

Andy Borowitz2d

The Borowitz Report

Dec 7, 2025

Since his death in 1994, Richard Nixon has refrained from public comments. Today, however, he has broken his silence in a letter from Hell.

Mr. Nixon offered The Borowitz Report the exclusive right to publish the following letter he wrote to Donald Trump on one condition: that his expletives not be deleted.

Donny Boy:

Congratulations: I’m adding you to my enemies list.

It’s not because you’re evil. I usually put evil people on my friends list. Every Thursday, I play bridge with Mao, Stalin, and Kissinger. Mao and Stalin had a moral objection when I brought Henry into the game, but I begged them to give him a chance.

No, it’s not because you’re evil. It’s because you’re so fucking unoriginal.

Hmm, let’s see: a paranoid president commits a shitload of crimes, then abuses his power trying to cover them up. Why does this ring a bell?

You’re lucky I’m dead, asshole, or I’d sue you for plagiarism.

Your sad little Epstein cover-up isn’t an homage to my Watergate cover-up—it’s a fucking reboot. And I don’t appreciate a bloated asswipe like you stealing my IP.

I mean, you ripped off my playbook down to the tiniest details—including your choice of a crooked Attorney General. Do you honestly think if Pam Bondi winds up in jail, that will be a fresh plot twist? Wrong, moron! My boy John Mitchell already did that. (John’s still a good friend, by the way—just last week we went skinny-dipping in Satan’s lake of fire.)

Now, don’t get me wrong—I don’t blame you for wanting to keep the Epstein files under wraps. Beelzebub has a copy of them in his lending library and I read them last night. I’m not easily shocked, but let me say this: you are one sick fuck. There’s stuff in there that would curl Matt Gaetz’s toes.

When this shit gets out, you’re going straight to prison—and not the Canyon Ranch resort where Ghislaine is getting her daily mani-pedis.

Since you’re stealing all my best ideas, I know how you’ll try to save your ass: you’ll whip out your trusty Sharpie and scribble over every word of the Epstein files until they look like something Jackson Pollack did on a bender.

But that won’t work, fuckface. Because whenever there’s a document this spicy, there are bound to be bootlegged copies out there, just waiting to be leaked to some Jew in the media. Remember the Pentagon Papers? Of course not—you can’t even remember your wife’s name.

Let me put it this way: if you think the DOJ has all the copies of the Epstein files in existence, then Pete Hegseth isn’t the only one who’s been drinking on the job. That genius Pam left them sitting on her desk, for fuck’s sake. I’ve seen documents stored more securely in Mar-a-Lago’s public crapper.

So, once the unredacted Epstein files come out—and they will—how do you plan to save your drooping jowly ass? Well, I see you’ve already dipped into my playbook yet again: you picked a vice president so fucking loathsome that he’s impeachment insurance.

That’s what I thought I was doing when I chose Spiro. But then, what do you know, that lowlife scumbag went and got busted accepting paper bags full of cash in the White House basement. The moment he got the boot, I knew I was fucked.

I don’t know what skeletons JD has in his closet. Maybe there’s a video of him in a three-way with a couch and an ottoman. But you’ve got to do everything in your power to make sure that nothing, I repeat, nothing happens to him. Bubble-wrap that fucker.

One last thing, jerkwad: I ran into Epstein the other day at a barbecue. (Satan was mesquite grilling him in a lime cilantro marinade.) In between anguished shrieks, he told me to thank you for that perverted birthday card you gave him. I told him to thank you in person. It won’t be long.

Fuck you,

Dick Nixon (1)

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1. Nixon’s letter from Hell. The Borowitz Report. https://occupysf.net/index.php/2025/12/09/nixons-letter-from-hell/

January 20, 2026: At the Precipice, Our People Terroized, ICE at the Polls.

 

Our shitting “president” has been stinking up the oval office for a solid year. 365 days; 365 days too long. He has terrorized the country by building concentration camps, deporting to foreign hell holes anyone caught in his dragnet, set up check points on our highways, invaded homes, schools and places of worship. People have been arrested at the court house as they go about the business of complying with the laws. Two, Renee Good and Alex Pretti, have been shot dead in the streets of Minneapolis. Our streets have been ransacked, our people terrorized, our cattle raped.

This is the legacy of our Caesar Disgustus and his henchmen; foremost our Reich Dorkshiner Steven Miller, as well as our bug-eyed Director of the FBI and the bleached blonde airhead acting as attorney general. The legacy of this criminal administration will be the brown shirts, the thugs, the scum that is ICE and the Border Patrol. We are now confronted with a fascist movement every bit as threatening as that of Nazi Germany. We now find ourselves at the crossroads; the intersection where politics meets mental illness.

The threat is looming. Disgustus groans and whines about the 2020 election, claiming he has won every election, continually gnawing on the foundations of this republic. It is clear that he will never accept defeat and will legitimize every election outcome. Hell, even when he wins he whines and cries about being 'cheated'; even as he goes about committing those very crimes.

I fear for the next election. Polls indicate a huge victory for the Democracy. Disgustus will do anything and everything to prevent that outcome. To that end, I fear that he will use his newly minted Gestapo to intimidate voters at the polls.

I therefore sent a letter to my United States Senator expressing my concerns. Herein is a transcript of the letter:

Senator,

This nation is facing a clear and present danger. It did not originate with Donald tRUMP, but it has reached its crescendo during his present ongoing “revenge tour'. The fate of the republic now hangs in the balance.

In 1964, only 5 percent of eligible blacks were registered to vote in Mississippi, fewer than that actually ran the gauntlet and cast their ballots. Similar statistics existed in Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana and the Carolina's. It was only in 1968, after passage of the 1965 Voting Rights Act, that this country held its first free and fair election.

It was also in 1968 that the Republican Party began its long assault on the electoral process. Beginning in the fall of 68, the Kissinger-Nixon-Madame Chenault link led to the sabotage of the Paris Peace Conference in which Nixon sent a message to Saigon that the South Vietnamese Government should withdraw from the Conference and await a better deal with Nixon. 1972, of course, brought Watergate.

Democratic victory, being likely in 76, the party went underground only to emerge in 1980 with Reagan negotiating with the Iranians to hold the hostages until after the election. Indeed they were released as Reagan was being sworn into office on January 20^th of the following year. In 1988, Lee Atwater, G.W. Bush's campaign manager, set up Gary Hart with the Donna Rice nonsense, an act for which he appologized to Hart before Atwater passed away from Cancer. In 2000 we had the “Brooks Brothers” riot in Tallahasee in which Republican staff members where sent down to Florida to stage 'protests' so as to make it look like the locals were up in arms about the recount and, indeed, created so much fear and intimidation that they closed down the recount long enough to let the Supreme Court exceed its constitutional bounds and declare Bush the winner. In 2004, Karl Rove instituted the “swift boating” of John Kerry. As in 1976, the Republicans had made such a pig's breakfast of things in 2008 that a serious challenge to any Democratic candidate would be a fool's errand. Likewise in 2012 when the Republicans, mirroring 1996, could not mount a serious challenge to a popular incumbent. But the chicanery returned in spades in 2016 with the stench of the Orange Turd who, like a king-hell rat, has been gnawing at the foundations of this republic ever since.

I bring this up because I feel the need to point out that since the days of Nixon it has always been about the election. Every ResCUMlickan scandal devolves, at base, to the manipulations of our elections. Whether it is about foreign influence and interference, the purging of voter rolls, or even going so far as to commit real treason (Reagan, tRUMP), they will stop at nothing in order to gain real power.

This leads us by degrees to tRUMP, the mid-terms, and ICE. Our Caesar Disgustus has demonstrated time and time again that there are no boundaries that he will not violate to assure the outcome. One must ask oneself: what in his entire life has he ever achieved honestly? So it will be this November.

Let me be clear about this: tRUMP will employ his ICE Gestapo at polling places in order to discourage voter turnout in Democratic precincts. This is one big reason why we are witnessing daily the grotesque violence. ICE has now a well deserved reputation for thuggery and messages will be sent out to voters to expect such treatment if they show up to vote. Depend on it.

We cannot fund ICE, we cannot fund the Department of Fatherland Security. It is time to disband these organizations, close the concentration camps, and neuter this maladminstration before it is too late. Please put a spine into Schumer and the leadership and take a stand.

Thank you.

A couple of days after I sent this message, the great fascist, the vulgarian Steve Bannon announced to the world that ICE will 'surround' the polling places on election day.

I have yet to hear back from my Senator.

Impeach and Imprison these bastards

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November 1, 2025: Where Fashion Shits, “Puttin On The Ritz”, Isn't It Rich?

 

“Now, if you're blue

and you don't know where to go to

why don't you go 

And see where fashion shits

Puttin' on the Ritz.

----Parody of Irving Berlin's “Puttin' on the Ritz”

It is quite fitting to resurrect Irving Berlin at a time like this. Our erstwhile Caesar, Disgustus the Malignant, celebrated Halloween at his garish estate in Florida, hosting at Mar-a-Lardo a disgusting assemblage of scumbags which included his two sons, Grift and Graft, and their families. The Fete was billed as a celebration of The Great Gatsby, a novel I'm sure none of the attendees have ever read. So it is among the classless inheritors of wealth; men and women totally unaware of irony.

F. Scott Fitzgerald excoriated the pompousness, the entitlement, of the well-heeled in his magnum opus. But never mind. He comes down to the Rumps as a celebration of excess, and so the party. Billed as the “No One Ever Starved Because of a Party” extravaganza, was it Grift or was it Graft, that dressed his kids up in 100 dollar costumes. Oh yes, that was Junior, the most embarrassing of the two.

“No one ever starved because of a party” indeed. As SNAP funds are about to withheld, cutting food assistance to the most economically hard pressed in this country, some 40 million of our fellow citizens, as USAID has been eliminated and food destroyed at the docks instead of being sent to famine ravaged Africa, these scum celebrate their status on their faux totem, their noses high in the air, their snobbery on full-blown display.

“Different types who wear a daycoat

pants and stripes and cut away coat

perfect shits

puttin' on the Ritz

Come, lets mix where Rockefellers

Walk with sticks or umbrellas

in their mitts

puttin' on the Ritz”

Isn't it rich? Isn't it rich indeed. Here one beholds the Maggots, stewed in deep resentments of the 'elite', worshiping a toad now openly mocking them by conducting a public display of such garish ostentation as to humble the scions of the Guilded Age. Here before them stands, or rather shits, their Golden Idol, ensconced on his Guilded throne in a 'Palace” resembling a pimped-out Motel 6; a cheap and tawdry burlesque of real wealth and class.

This, Maggots, is your bobby prize.

“an bre're Putin, he jus' laugh and laugh”

Impeach and Imprison the Bastartd

October 29, 2025: The Great Vandal, Fait Accompli, Golden Swine

 

“We are citizens, not subjects; we have presidents, not kings.”

----Quotations of Chairman Joe

“Executive Mansion, Washington D.C.”

This would have been the heading from any communication from the Lincoln administration or any administration in the 19^th century. From its inception to sometime early in the 20^th century what has become known as the “White House” was known simply as “The Executive Mansion”. The choice of nomenclature is revealing. The White House is a mansion, not a palace. It is the residence and offices of the nation's Chief Executive, not a potentate. We are a republic, not a monarchy; we are citizens, not subjects.

In this context, the “People's House” is, by comparison to 'presidential palaces' say for instance in Russia, or the regal domicile of Buckingham Palace, a rather modest structure. John Erlichmann, of the Nixon administration, once remarked that on his first day on the job he looked out the window of his White House office and realized that he was operating out of a house. It is, by comparison a rather humble, but elegant structure. It is so by design. It is the people's HOUSE!.

A great deal of thought went into it, from the original architect to the Palladian railings along the roof, a touch included in the original plans by Jefferson to Truman's balcony added during the his administration as the White House, then about to collapse, was rebuilt and restored to its original luster.

It is balanced, as the East and West wing compliment each other in intentionally understated symmetry.

This has been destroyed.

The great vandal, the malignant narcissist, the real estate despoiler, has vandalized our national treasure. In the dead of night, he has destroyed the East Wing of the White House in order to build in its place a 90,000 square foot tribute to his corruption, a ballroom in which the high and mighty may come to be fleeced as they pay tribute to the almighty one. It promises to dwarf the original structure, dimensions sure to enshrine the golden swine permanently into the psyche of the nation. An indellible” mark upon our national consciousness, much as a sledge hammer or wrecking ball upon the skull of America.

The “tRUMP Ballroom” it is to be called, a gaudy, garish, gouache edifice; a trailer-trash idea of grandeur, a pimping out of the “people's house” now made to resemble a New Orleans bordello. It is, in its own way, a monument to Caesar Disgustus; a disgusting tribute to the nation's foremost political whore.

As if this gilded, gold-plated, obscenity weren't bad enough, tRUMP has hauled out a model of an Arch, an imitation of the Arc de Triomphe; the Triumphal Arch built by Napoleon to commemorate his victories during the Napoleonic Wars. Our Disgusting Caesar wishes to do to our nation's capital what the SCAMWAY boys did to Grand Rapids, Michigan. One can go nowhere within the city without encountering the names of DeBoss and Van Scandal. So it will be with Washington as the obscenity of this maladministration will be forever imprinted upon the nation's capital. One can imagine this obscenity towering over the Lincoln Memorial. What would be placed atop the artifice? Lady liberty? Perhaps a Golden Swine. The Arc de cochan d'or; The Arc of the Golden Swine. A fitting replacement for the ancient Golden Calf before which the Maggots can gather and weep.  

Rick Wilson author of “Whatever Trump Touches Dies”, has declared in his podcast “The Elephant in the Room”, that the next administration must rectify this obscenity. Wilson declared that every Democratic candidate must promise to bulldoze this monstrosity, eradicate ever particle of it, reduce it to gravel and dump it in the ocean and restore the White House to its previous splendor.

Precisely. Every bit of his golden pastiche, this cheap regal imitation must be eradicated; every executive order must be erased; every bill passed by his rubber-stamp congressional sycophants must be repealed; every vestige of his existence, including what he did during the first maladministration must be undone.

Caesar Disgustus is a carbuncle upon the nose of our favorite Uncle Sam. It is long since past time to do something about it. The next Democratic Administration must understand that there is no 'return to normal'. A national cleansing is in order here. Disgustus and his minions must be prosecuted and imprisoned.

Impeach, Convict, Remove from Office, Prosecute, Convict, Imprison.