Here come the clowns.
The midterms are panting at our door like a rabid dog and what are we doing? Forming a new party. Are you fucking kidding me? Even the thought should be slapped the fuck out of your mouth.
We don’t need a new party. We need a fucking army. WE NEED UNITY!
While Trump walks free, still vomiting out lies, still stroking the violent fringe of America with both hands, the Left is lighting candles and writing vision statements. The centrists are daydreaming about unity. The progressives want a new banner to die under. And the MAGA horde? They’re sharpening knives and loading ballots.
You want to start a new party? Fine. But not now. Not before we rip the cancer out. Not before we drag the GOP's bloated corpse off the stage. Trump isn't just a threat. He's a fucking disease. And we're too busy arguing over pronouns and purity tests to notice that he's building another death cult revival tour.
Focus. This isn't about liking Biden or worshiping Kamala. This is about triage. Democracy is in cardiac arrest and you're asking for a new organ donor.
Shut up. Vote. Mobilize. Win.
Take both houses. Take local offices. Take school boards. Take every inch of ground you can, then take a breath. Then, and only then, fight over who gets to repaint the kitchen.
You want Medicare for All? You want prison reform? Climate justice? Then you better kill the fucking dragon first. You don't pass bills in a dictatorship. You survive.
Trump is a cornered animal now. That makes him more dangerous. His followers believe he's Jesus. If he loses again, they won't just protest. They'll burn cities, blow holes in truth, and drag us backward into fascism with a smile on their faces.
So no, we don't need a new fucking party.
We need to aim. We need to fire. We need to take this bastard down before he takes us all with him.
Then you can argue. Then you can build your utopia. But right now?
We fight!
Read this on Substack where it first appeared — if you’re into that sort of thing.
