#Trump #Fascism

On Tuesday, April 15, at 12:30 pm PDT, San Diego State University’s College of Arts and Letters will host a significant online event featuring WSWS chairman David North in a discussion titled

“It’s happening here: Fascism in 1933 Germany and today.”

https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2025/04/15/ccdi-a15.html

US citizen says he was detained without explanation returning from Canada

#uspol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qN1TFuBJF4

Gotta crash. Last shot of rye and exhortation:

The *best* day to demonstrate resistance is a Tuesday.

You may not see it, but, in fact, kindness is a form of resistance.

So here you go.

Use your Tuesday power. Be kind to someone. Fight the power.

And if you can't manage it? I understand, I'm hard-pressed myself, but let me remind you, politics is a game w/o a clock. It only ends when we leave the field. Don't leave the field.

I'm a hopeless fuckwit, myself, but I ain't leaving the field.

If Brussels does not take urgent action against the illiberal member states that are allied with Moscow, Europe will end up being taken over by the Russians from within - just like the United States

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/apr/14/hungary-poised-to-adopt-constitutional-amendment-to-ban-lgbtq-gatherings

"I think it's only a matter of time before [a state attorney general] figures out how to file state kidnapping charges against those that are abducting people who are in the country legally..." said former Maryland Governor Martin O'Malley, on Rachael Maddow’s show.

Interesting.

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2025/04/clearview-ai-immigration-ice-fbi-surveillance-facial-recognition-hoan-ton-that-hal-lambert-trump/

The application of political retaliation was part of Clearview AI's initial sales pitch.

I did it. I finally ate chicken and waffles.

And I need to talk about it, because what I experienced was not just a meal—it was a maple syrup hate crime.

Let me break this down for my fellow Canadians. Chicken and waffles is an American dish where they take a big, fluffy waffle—already loaded with butter—and drop a hunk of deep-fried chicken on top. Bone-in, bone-out, doesn’t matter. Then, as if that weren’t chaotic enough, they drown the whole thing in maple syrup. Sometimes—not always, but often enough to be a pattern—they mix in hot sauce, like Frank’s or Louisiana Red Hot, right into the syrup.

Hot sauce. In maple syrup. And then they pour it on chicken. And act like this is completely fine.

I don’t know how to process that. I grew up treating maple syrup with reverence. We tap it from sacred trees. We serve it in little ceramic pitchers. We don’t mix it with hot sauce and use it as a marinade for poultry. What am I, a monster?

And yet—I ate it.

First bite: okay, this is wrong. The flavors don’t belong together. The chicken is hot and salty and crunchy, and the waffle is soft and sweet and buttery, and then there’s this weird, sweet heat from the maple-hot-sauce concoction that feels like my mouth just got hijacked by a NASCAR driver.

Second bite: still wrong. But in a… compelling way?

Third bite: oh no.

It’s happening. I’m enjoying it. I’m complicit now. The syrup drips down the side of the chicken, mixing with grease like it’s auditioning for a Food Network segment called “Deep South Degeneracy.” And I can’t stop. It’s like brunch and dinner got drunk and started making out on my plate.

I’m not proud of this. I feel like I’ve betrayed my nation. Somewhere, a Mountie is weeping. But I’ll be honest: it was delicious. Infuriatingly, offensively delicious.

Still, I want it on the record: syrup goes on pancakes. Not chicken. Not ever. Whatever that was, it wasn’t breakfast. It was a maple-fried identity crisis.

Final score: 8.5/10. I’ll never be clean again.