All in all, it’s perhaps the most superficial of tactics, misdefining words. But in a world where “Truth” is social, “news” is biased, and even video evidence is “probably AI”, all that’s left to corrupt are the very words we think.

It’s an effective strategy apparently.

All of this with the compulsive support of mobs medicated on dueling IV drips of outrage and validation; a highly addictive media concoction that hooks any tired soul pinned down by Maslow’s Pyramid, wishing life wasn’t as hard as it is.

They’d learn well to fire his antonym-gun, blowing new doubt through the most hallowed stone etchings and ancient parchments, granting themselves the lawless freedom to imbalance the checks with plausible deniability, poisoning the courts, the maps, the counts and ultimately belief in the system.

Then when a flailing political party discovered they’d lose a country by attrition, they’d suckle his unique skill for life-support, undermining the very meaning of fair rules for a foothold. Surrendering everything they once genuinely honored in exchange for a minute of relevance more.

A coward crouched behind the glean of his impervious denialism shielding himself from any inconvenient truth or reality.

A privileged mirror-gazer who spent a subsequent lifetime wielding those coping tactics to shape countless virtual, self-serving realities, always a distant parallel to our own.

A mansioned misfit daddy never loved whose childhood without any other wanting afforded all the time in the world to hone a skill aimed at achieving his only true need, validation.

A bottomless narcissist with enough thirst to break a country’s pillars of purpose and undermine any citizen’s prosperity to drip the briefest sensation of winning into his participation trophy.

A loser with a chip on his shoulder and a skill for bloviating a 3rd grade vocabulary to bludgeon truth into a preferred sculpture of the world where he’s anything but.

call on a performative leader who’s entire notoriety and illusion of success is the outcome of name-calling and wishful word-play. Embodied selfishness unbothered by the damage being wrought so long as he gets his and the cost is not his to bear.

You post that as if his supporters would find it disqualifying.

Oh man. Too late.

I went all the way and cancelled my Twitter account yesterday. It’s gone for good. I’m all in on this.