Feb 28, 2026

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.


Feb 27, 2026

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 but-faced stupid, hasn't brought anything new 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 marshal 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/