He was going to say something to America about the war. 

He was on TV and the camera was pointed at him and noises came from his head but we learned nothing.

We will be finished with the war in two or three weeks.

April Fool.

People discuss the war.

The war is necessary, some say, because the government of Iran is a real threat and a sponsor of terror 

or the war is unnecessary and what they call a war of choice.

The war is going well and is meeting its objectives

or the war is not going well and we don’t know what the objectives are or if there are any.

At any rate, the war is ahead of schedule and under budget and so is the ballroom. 

It’s a beautiful thing. 

Orwellian, directed by Luis Bunuel. 

America is a surrealist farce about fascism.

Enter Pete Hegseth, the poet warrior:

He raps to the camera. 

“Violent effect, not politically correct”

goes one of his lyrics. 

Not a good beat, Pete, but it rhymes.

Rhyme without reason and not a good beat.

“Maximum lethality, not tepid legality.”

“Legality”, here, means taking care to not harm the people we claim to be liberating. 

“Lethality” means Kill Kill Kill —

bombing schools, bombing power plants, boats, people.

Trump went from illiterate to obliterate to obliterating what he already obliterated to threatening to commit war crimes to committing war crimes.

The killing of the grade school girls was probably unintentional, they say, the information was out of date, they say.

Pete the poet warrior eliminated the department in charge of keeping such information up to date, they say.

Instead of rules of engagement 

we have foolish enragement, I say. 

I can rhyme too.

Innocent people always suffer and die when death and destruction rains from the sky.

Not a good beat, Lars.

After complaints he had no objective he demands unconditional surrender.

Unconditional surrender.

What does he mean by that?

He will know it when he sees it.

He wants total submission.

He wants total submission from all of us.

The world is his representation and must submit to his will.

He’s a twisted solipsister 

He wants absolute loyalty from all branches of the government.

He wants his will to override the law, including the Constitution.

We know this because this is how he has been governing.

He isn’t really governing, he is dominating. He disobeys court orders when he can get away with it.

His paramilitary thugs grab whoever they can and put them in concentration camps.

He started a war without going to Congress, without bringing a case for war to the people. 

Congress has been submissive to his whim, even when his whim is to go to war.

He tries to intimidate the Supreme Court by showing up and farting in the gallery. 

He appoints his personal lawyer, 

who made a deal with Ghislaine Maxwell,

Attorney General.

This is the idiotic regime we live in now.

What are we to do?

What can we do and what needs to be done?

What am I to do?

I can rhyme too.

We filled some streets and marched and chanted No Kings

But what is our objective?

Where are we going ?

What will the Party offer besides more hearings and trials?

What have we learned from the disaster of 2016?

What have we learned from the disaster of 2024?

The debacle of the system and the parties and our submission to oligarchs, the billionaire Epstein class.´ 

No kings, yeah 

No kings, power to the people.

Whose streets?

Our streets !

I am marching in a circle in my studio.

I am whispering to the ceiling 

And no corporate lobbyists and no more neoliberal bullshit 

Party establishment!

Power to the people,

I shout at the ceiling and stub my toe.

How do you say this in pictures, in a comic strip?

You say you want a revolution 

But what are your objectives?

the ceiling whispers back.

Focus on an altruistic intention.

The revolution, unlike the war, 

Is necessary, says the ceiling.

The revolution is power to the people, I tell the ceiling, but

the revolution is behind schedule.

What do we do with the disaster of today?

You can’t let the crisis go to waste, the ceiling screams back.

The street is your ballroom and disco inferno. 

You say you want a revolution but are you ready to jump?

You say you want a revolution but are you ready to dance?

Are you ready to fly?

When the ceiling disappeared,

I fell into the sky.