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I avoid crowds and cities as one avoids contagion, and am not presently in the physical condition to attempt them; yet I stand wholly in solidarity with those taking part in the #NoKings demonstrations today—and indeed, such assemblies ought to become a daily ritual. A small act of civic penance, a means of shaming those Americans who have lent their sanction to the bovine-in-chief. It may avail nothing, but futility can bear its own kind of dignity sometimes. My instincts have ever inclined towards the public mortification of wrongdoers, and I confess a certain dark satisfaction in having exposed those who wronged me in life—though I cannot claim I was always successful in getting the responses desired. Too many of my past acquaintance are proof against shame altogether.
And speaking of the shameless—Donald Trump remains the apotheosis of the breed: a grotesque blend of vanity, cruelty, and avarice, his corruption so complete it now passes for ideology. His supreme arrogance and gall must be called out at every possible turn. Not in the naïve hope that the man himself is ever going to change—especially not when he is pushing eighty—but because some among those who have voted for him, yet are not entirely devoured by the #MAGA cult, may at last feel the stirrings of buyer’s remorse, and henceforth know better than to extend their faith to the Republican Party again. Perhaps, if enough citizens recover their senses, this long-degraded republic might yet birth a true third party, and in doing so become at last the representative democracy it has long pretended to be under this two-headed serpent.
As for the true believers in #MAGA—those countless millions who worship their false messiah with the fervour of medieval zealots; far more numerous than any of us once dared to imagine, comprising about thirty to forty per cent of the entire populace, which is far more than sufficient to keep their grip upon the nation’s throat. Well, they shall never know shame, not even when confronted with the most grotesque abominations perpetrated in the name of their self-anointed saviour on earth, …or in the name of their professed saviour above—for indeed, they serve two masters, a condition expressly cautioned against in the Scriptures. And understand neither.
Yet the truth must still be spoken, ceaselessly, until either this nightmare exhausts itself or consumes us outright: none of this is normal. Donald Trump is a moral derelict who, in any sane and civilised society, would be confined to an asylum rather than permitted to defile the presidency. The world must be made to see that there remain, within American life, a few who still recognise the squalor into which the nation has fallen, and who refuse to dignify its degradation with silence.
Whether any of it shall make the faintest difference, I cannot say; the descent may already have progressed beyond recall, and our destiny—as a Babylon reborn, once again undone by its own enthralment to a great and unholy deception—may well be sealed.. Yet it heartens me to know that some of my compatriots still recoil at the desecration of our country, while the rest either shrug in indifference or bend the knee before the most transparent charlatan this republic has ever produced. God help what remains of us. —Arthur Newhook, 18 October 2025.
Copyright 2025, Arthur Newhook.
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