The week the tide turned on Trump
I am not sure how you are holding up right now (I reckon I can guess), but from my sturdy perch here in Madison, Wisconsin, the past week has been one of the longest years of my life …
I hope you’ll give me a few minutes of your time today while I take you through it, because I do believe the battle against cancerous greed and deadly fascism was officially joined.
While Republicans, led by the grotesque anti-Americans Elon Musk and Donald Trump, were busy trying to blow our lights out for good, they were met with a hurricane of resistance that built in strength throughout the week, before finally making landfall Saturday at cities large and small across our country.
The huffing and puffing got started way back on Monday morning when I banged out Battle Cry:
“I’m typing to you today with my left hand on the keyboard, while biting the fingernails on the right one. The grotesque Elon Musk just left my state of Wisconsin after publicly handing out millions of dollars of blood money in a greasy effort to buy our Supreme Court.”
I meant it when I said:
“I honestly don’t know if we are going to make it in America, but I do know there are hundreds of thousands of people here in Wisconsin who understand the stakes, and as long as we do, we will never be beaten.”
Well, beaten was the last thing we were when a day later Judge Susan Crawford battered the candidate the despicable Trump and Musk bought and paid for in a disgusting attempt to rest control of our Supreme Court in Wisconsin.
In Not On Her Watch the following morning, I laid it out this way:
“By walloping Brad Schimel by 10 points in a state where razor-thin margins are the rule, the people of Wisconsin put the America-attacking Donald Trump on notice: You have gone way too far, sport. Back up now, or prepare to be flattened in the future.”
There had been a decided shift in the winds Tuesday evening, as the hurricane gathered strength, and if you stopped just for a moment you could feel it blowing through your town. Never forget, fortune favors the bold, and the patriots on the Left were finally strutting their stuff.
“What happened up here in Wisconsin Tuesday night, and with Cory Booker’s epic speech on the Senate floor in Washington, completely changed the playing field and how we patriots must look at things going forward.
Never underestimate your power as a United States voter, even if Republicans are doing everything they can to take that power away. Our representatives work for us. That has somehow been forgotten. I will expect the battle to be joined by all those gutless Democrats who ran for cover after November 5th. When we fight, we win.
And never underestimate the women in America. No surprise, all four liberal justices on our court in Wisconsin are women. Watching them on that stage last night gave me goosebumps. They-were-feeling-it. THEY DID THIS. They stood up to the patriarchy and all that damn dirty money, and showed them who was really boss.”
After getting some much-needed downtime Wednesday and part of Thursday, on Friday it was time for a reveal. That election had really taken it out of me. My worry had overwhelmed me ...
“By the time the clock had menacingly ticked toward exactly 8:08 p.m. just three evenings ago, I decided enough time had passed to check the results of the Supreme Court Election up here that was going to determine whether everything we had fought for the past 15 years was going to be incinerated by a political party that despises progress and human rights even more than it does the truth.
This was a cruel and unusual election because it simply asked too much from too many up here after that dreadfully close 2024 presidential election just five months before.
We had put our time and treasure on the line, as we knocked on doors, hearts on sleeves, only to come up agonizingly short when enough voting Americans decided they liked being constantly lied to by an American-attacking racist, and a larger group still, who had decided that going to the polls wasn't worth their time at all.
So I took a deep breath and walked the 20-or-so paces into my office, prepping myself — good or bad — to accept our fate as a nation. We simply could not afford to lose this damn election.
In addition to the catastrophe that would ensue here if the grotesque Elon Musk’s candidate won, it would also have emboldened the fascists’ nationally to move with due speed to burn 225 years of progress to the ground. They would have had a mandate for arson.”
That’s when my trouble started. That’s when early results showed that evil was trying to have its day.
That’s when the PTSD set in ...
“I had been at this very spot just 147 days earlier, when I saw in horror that the very good woman, who had done nothing with her professional life except serve her country, losing to the man who had done nothing with his miserable life except take from it, and attack it.
I pushed myself away from my desk, stood up, and walked slowly and unsteadily toward the direction of the kitchen, so I could get some water, and steady myself while I processed this newest straight-line wind of madness.
I was in shock, and simply not prepared for the terrible feeling of losing again.
Maybe the cause had literally become bigger than life. Surely there were thousands of others who were dealing with the severity of this condition ...
Since that terrible evening on November 8, 2016, when we learned again that our country was capable of doing both great and absolutely horrific things, this fight for what is most assuredly right has taken a terrible toll on too many of us.
As a veteran I am not going to tell you that this is like being on the raging high seas, or some battlefield, but I am going to tell you that the future of America is on the line, and the stakes have never been higher.
This war is being waged on our soil.
We try to go about our daily lives in as normal a fashion as possible, but trouble is everywhere. People are being disappeared and caged. Alliances are being torched. History is literally being rewritten. Our life’s savings are being inhaled by hideous billionaires. Books are being banned …
This is coming at us all at once, and even when we try to tune it out, we are but one news alert away from being knocked dizzy again.
When I regained my senses and was ready to brave the confines of my office 10 minutes after my event, I pushed my chair in tight to my desk and called up that website again.
That’s when I saw the tide had turned decisively. First Sauk County fell, and then Green, Door, and Brown. The swing counties were ALL swinging Left, and Crawford was positively blowing him out.
Here in Dane County, home to Madison, we were putting such an epic a---kicking on Trump and Musk’s candidate the final results would be in the neighborhood of 85%-15%.
A wave of relief washed over me, while I watched good overwhelm the forces of evil — if only for a night. I looked to the sky, and said, “thank you.”
Our mental health is nothing to play with, good people. A lot is being asked of us. Like a stalker, worry quietly follows us everywhere we go and is ready to pounce even when we think we are looking.
Worse, it afflicts only those who have the audacity to care …
We must find people we can lean on during these unsteady times, and I assure you, you will find them here.
After penning worry early Friday morning, by nightfall, Trump had completely wrecked the economy. So efficient was he with his dirty work and ghoulish preening that by the time the stock market had suffered its worst intentional crash in U.S. history, he was harrumphing around his golf course in Florida stiffing his caddies.
Yes, he went f------ golfing. But not before writing this to his cult on his nuclear-powered propaganda channel:
“THIS IS A GREAT TIME TO GET RICH.”
I learned long ago to never underestimate this guy’s singular talent for always going lower. Ten of millions of people are in severe financial distress right now precisely because of this slobbering grifter, who bankrupted SIX casinos while playing fast and loose with his daddy’s money.
This country has never seen a poorer excuse for a man …
When Saturday finally rolled around, like you I bet, I was in the ringer. There was but one more thing to do: climb the hill to The Square surrounding our capitol building to join the tens of thousands of fellow patriots who poured in from all parts of Wisconsin to completely give it hell.
We shouted, and defiantly stood against the forces of evil in this country. We smiled and hugged and threw our fists in the air because we knew …
We knew that after Booker’s epic speech and our stirring victory in the Supreme Court election Tuesday night, the wind was once again at our backs.
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