At rallies in a big city there’s always going to be things that I am not eager to understand, so while I wasn’t in a position to stop an Antifa woman from attacking a policeman and it would have happened if I wasn’t there, I don’t think it was called for, either ways, meaning if it was staged to give this individual deep cover, because I wasn’t there about the police, it’s illegal to attack them, our safety matters too and they were fine in their profession, even charming.  I wanted to see who the fascists were and what could be done to oppose them. I did not sleep a few nights ago because of this maniac in office. He wakes up while Australia is on fire and tweets a goddamn assassination. I met some nice people whose terrible concern was shared and genuine. If police rioted they were on the front lines. Although I passed the post-rally procession of the flag-wavers and they seemed okay, too, there is no such thing as friendly fascism so fascism pretending to be friendly is deception by definition.  Whatever I may have to say against Seattle Left, which is plenty, I was proud of them for calling fascism what it is. Using the flag to incriminate innocent minorities is worse than burning it. One suggests PTSD, the other criminal hijacking. As for the police officers few that were enjoying their batons and dreaming their make my day daydreams, don’t you worry, Trump has big plans. You’ll get a whack at those starry eyed idealistic college kids trying to save the world and give life meaning, yes sir, and in no time at all you’ll get to see their burkas flying.

      The case against Donald J. certainly doesn’t need me or my craze.   He has police on the front lines all over the world in defense of the West, civilization, law and order, and yet while playing all big with the lives of someone else, he doesn’t care enough about the law himself to act according to it, he is unpredictable, and he has shown that he cannot be trusted with our nation’s interest, so you can skip my piece and the read the scanned handout from the march instead.   All the same, I will commend my views to paper.

      Trump is getting this started, intending to drag all of us with him, because it is fun for him.   I will back that up with circumstantial evidence in this one. People tell me things are unintelligible that are perfectly intelligible all the time.   People tell me that things are unproven that I know are unproven all the time. It is not me who is getting the two things confused. An intelligible argument is not therefore unintelligible because you disagree with it, nor does disagreement mean it is unproven.  It could be both, rarely is any particular person always wrong, it could be both unintelligible and yet also proven. The possibilities are not set in stone, that is why we evaluate. In the case of this commentary, it is intelligible, it is unproven and should be investigated.  It concerns another Donald.

       The other Donald was very tall in fourth grade an induced crying trauma by repeatedly threatening to beat me up during class in an environment where lethal force was present and unprovoked.  His name was Donald Finnegan, which to the poet’s ear rhyme conveys: fun again, we’re gonna have fun again, and this, from the index, is a plan from Gruber, Inc. after killing JFK, meaning Donald Trump could have been representing himself as Adolf Hitler’s dearly beloved son, out to have fun with America’s war machine.  Donald Trump is soon very likely to arouse the Vietnam Veterans Against the War one of whom I know is already popping off in rage from Agent Orange exposure leading to a nightmare in old age.

        The insulation of the White House largely began with Grover Cleveland, a Sheriff who investigated Tammany Hall but lost touch with his roots so totally that he doesn’t even appear in some books about Mayor LaGuardia.   Trump doesn’t have any roots to lose touch with, unless you mean the Klondike Gold Rush. Is it possible, factually, that Soapy Smith, the great con shark of Klondike may have actually been Trump’s inspiration, as in good old Soapy, look what he had them convinced, too bad he got caught?  Does his consortium think proudly that we all really that stupid? For one thing there is a propensity in this establishment to pull things and then say, “the joke’s on you.” Gail Burstyn’s letter laughing at how they made me deaf, called me a derf which is the name of Trump’s father backwards suggesting not a derf but Adolf. 

       Fact.  D.F. are also the signifiers for not good enough and arguably could symbolize deaf.

       I’ve seen enough to know that show business has convinced the police that they have right of muscle and hazing, but that is one of the directions the impardonable fascism is coming from.  If the counter-riot people backing up the Left aren’t explained to me more clearly, I’ll be careful about going to another rally. I’ve been groped enough by Woodstock Nation to know they impale defectors.