Pylimitics

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And then…

The orange baby is coming to the end of its life. Maybe not immediately, but it’s an elderly white male that reportedly makes bad diet and exercise choices, and although it’s secretive, it’s in the public eye enough for people to spot warning signs.

It has repeatedly dangled the possibility of “a third term,” but give its condition and age, its days are numbered, one way or another. Also dementia runs in its family.

Regardless, it’s not going to be with us forever. So what, I wonder, comes next? the orange baby is clearly not the one who planned the fascist takeover of the US, and hasn’t shown any evidence of an overall strategy. It even works counter to its own administration’s stated goals in several ways, including the tariff nonsense.

So at some point we’ll be left with a fascist state with a huge gestapo, concentration camps, and a gigantic military that’s demonstrated that it’s sufficiently subservient to the ruler that the individual officers, NCOs, and troops are all willing to instantly violate the oaths they took. Free speech is being systematically dismantled. And what then? There will (probably) be a new leader, and if there even is an election it will (probably) be rigged for real this time. And then more will be revealed. Here are some possibilities:

• The whole operation might turn out to be a Russian coup after all.

• The oligarchs might finally have figured out a way to take over (although elsewhere they’ve tried and have found that their wealth-based power is easily defeated by fascist power; see Germany, Russia, etc,)

• The shooting war that the pre-MAGAtes often talked about might finally arrive, although the sides won’t be what they expected.

• It might even happen that the orange baby really has been the key to the whole thing, and without it at the heart of it all, the US resets to an actual democratic republic. There is that matter of our gestapo and concentration camps, of course.



About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

Check out my other blog, Techlimitics, where I’m grappling with the nature of simplicity.