Morning Muse: It's June 11th, and We Are Fucked
The open loop that should haunt your fucking dreams: What happens when the military parade becomes a permanent occupation, and Saturday's show of force becomes every day's reality?
You know what really grinds my gears: The fact that we're watching American democracy get fist-fucked by wannabe dictators while half the country cheers like it's the goddamn Super Bowl.
The Stench of Authoritarian Overreach
Can you smell the tear gas that still clings to Los Angeles streets like the memory of a bad hangover because I think I can , from right here in Atlanta, GA. And WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!?!!?!?!? But it's nothing compared to the putrid stench of authoritarianism that's wafting from Washington. Which I can also FUCKING smell. Seven hundred Marines and National Guard troops are now stomping through California like jackbooted thugs in a third-world shitshow, and the sound of their boots echoes with the hollow ring of a democracy circling the drain.
Donaldo Shitsburger has decided to play army man with real fucking soldiers, turning the Golden State into his personal sandbox where he can build castles out of constitutional violations. The cold, metallic taste of fear should be coating every American's tongue right now, because when you see active-duty military deployed against your own citizens, you're not watching law enforcement—you're watching the prelude to a police state.
The $134 million price tag for this 60-day military masturbation session could fund schools, fix roads, or feed hungry kids. Instead, it's being pissed away on political theater that would make Mussolini cream his fascist pants. The weight of that number should crush every taxpayer's soul, but somehow we're supposed to swallow this shit sandwich and ask for seconds.
Governor Newsom's legal challenges taste as bitter as black coffee in your mouth when you realize a federal judge just told California to bend over and take it. The courtroom air thick with the smell of judicial corruption, where justice gets gang-raped by partisan politics while Lady Liberty weeps in the corner.
But here's the psychological mindfuck: Trumpy McButtface's threat of "very big force" for Saturday's military parade isn't just authoritarian posturing—it's classical conditioning. He's training Americans to accept military occupation as normal, one jackbooted step at a time. The smooth, cold barrel of fascism is being pressed against democracy's temple, and half the country is begging for the trigger to be pulled.
The AssWaffle Wonder Fuck Circus
Republican senators are dancing on hot coals, their political skin blistering as they try to balance loyalty to their orange messiah with the dying embers of constitutional principle. Susan Collins—that perpetual hand-wringing queen of political cowardice—voices "serious concerns" with all the conviction of a whisper in a hurricane. The bitter irony tastes like bile: the party of "states' rights" is now cheering federal troops occupying American cities.
These spineless fucks are caught between their fascist daddy and their own campaign promises, squirming like worms on hot pavement. They can smell the political death approaching—the acrid odor of voters who might actually remember what America used to stand for. Their internal struggle isn't philosophical; it's purely mercenary, calculating whether their political survival depends on bootlicking or backbone.
Meanwhile, House Democrats have finally found their balls, with Pete Aguilar calling out Turdburg Trump for "rooting for violence." The metallic taste of long-overdue truth cuts through the political bullshit like a razor blade. But where the fuck were these voices when we needed them? Playing patty-cake while democracy was getting curb-stomped.
The psychological warfare here is crystal clear: normalize political violence, then position yourself as the strongman who can control it. It's the oldest authoritarian playbook in history, and these Republican senators are either too stupid to see it or too compromised to care.
The Shadow Fuck Meat-Puppet Masters
Behind the scenes, Sergio Gor moves like a cancer through the federal bureaucracy, metastasizing MAGA loyalists into every corner of government. This isn't personnel management—it's a hostile takeover of American institutions, and the smell of corruption hangs heavy in the air like smoke from a burning constitution.
The cold, calculating precision of this bureaucratic purge should terrify every American who gives a damn about competent governance. These aren't public servants being installed; they're political enforcers, ready to turn government agencies into weapons against anyone who dares oppose the regime.
Four former Biden officials—Neera Tanden, Anthony Bernal, Ashley Williams, and Annie Tomasini—are being dragged through the mud of Republican revenge fantasies. The House Oversight investigation tastes like political persecution, bitter and acidic, designed to intimidate rather than illuminate.
The psychology of this purge is textbook authoritarianism: eliminate institutional knowledge, replace competence with loyalty, and ensure that government serves the leader rather than the people. The rough texture of this institutional vandalism should scrape against every American's sense of justice.
Legal Warfare and Constitutional Ass Carnage
The courts have become battlefields where constitutional rights go to die, and the smell of judicial corruption permeates every courtroom like the stench of rotting fish. Representative LaMonica McIver faces federal charges for allegedly interfering with immigration officers—because apparently, protecting people from government overreach is now a fucking crime.
California's pre-enforcement lawsuits against Donald McNutsack's LGBTQ and transgender policies are desperate attempts to shield vulnerable communities from state-sanctioned persecution. The bitter taste of discrimination coats these legal challenges like poison, while marginalized Americans hold their breath, wondering if their basic humanity will survive this political apocalypse.
The Smithsonian standoff reveals the true scope of this cultural war: even museums aren't safe from political purges. The Board of Regents backing Secretary Lonnie Bunch against Farty Donaldo's attempted firing shows that some institutions still have a fucking spine, but the pressure is building like steam in a boiler ready to explode.
The psychological impact of this legal warfare is devastating: when the law becomes a weapon, citizens lose faith in justice itself. The cold, hard reality is that we're watching the systematic dismantling of legal protections, one court case at a time.
The Trade War Ass-Crack Salad Tossing Tango
London's fog couldn't obscure the diplomatic dance happening behind closed doors as U.S.-China trade negotiators attempt to salvage something from the wreckage of economic warfare. Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick's announcement of agreements on tariff rollbacks and critical mineral exports tastes like artificial sweetener—better than nothing, but still fucking fake.
The framework to resurrect the Geneva consensus sounds impressive until you realize it's just another layer of bureaucratic bullshit designed to paper over fundamental economic conflicts. Both delegations carrying proposals back to their respective leaders is diplomatic theater, performed while American consumers continue to pay the price for political posturing.
The psychological warfare of trade negotiations is simple: create artificial scarcity, then position yourself as the savior who can restore abundance. It's economic hostage-taking dressed up as statesmanship, and the smell of desperation hangs over these negotiations like a funeral shroud.
Global Shitscape and International Chaos: The Power Bottom Couple
Ukraine braces for Russian escalation while the world watches another chapter in humanity's endless appetite for violence. Russia's request for a U.N. Security Council meeting while launching massive drone assaults tastes like diplomatic hypocrisy—bitter, toxic, and utterly predictable.
The largest drone assault since 2022 fills Ukrainian skies with the mechanical buzz of death, while European allies prepare their own Security Council session on humanitarian concerns. The metallic taste of international impotence cuts through diplomatic pleasantries like a rusty knife.
Five nations imposing sanctions on Israeli ministers Itamar Ben-Gvir and Bezalel Smotrich shows that some countries still pretend to give a fuck about international law. The bitter irony is that these symbolic gestures are like putting band-aids on a severed artery—well-intentioned but utterly inadequate.
The psychological impact of global chaos is cumulative: each crisis normalizes the next, until violence becomes background noise and atrocities become statistics. The human capacity for horror is infinite, but our capacity for outrage is finite, and that's the most terrifying truth of all.
The Electoral AssWad Shitshow
New Jersey's gubernatorial race heats up with Representative Mikie Sherrill claiming the Democratic nomination, while Michigan's governor race takes an unexpected turn as Detroit Mayor Mike Duggan pursues an independent path. The bitter taste of political fragmentation cuts through party unity like acid through metal.
Democratic fracturing in Michigan should terrify every progressive who understands that divided opposition is the fascist's best friend. The psychology of political fragmentation is simple: when the opposition splits, authoritarians win. It's political suicide dressed up as principled independence.
Senator Josh Hawley introducing federal minimum wage legislation targeting $15 per hour is political theater designed to confuse voters about which party actually gives a shit about working people. The bitter irony tastes like bile: the party that spent decades crushing unions now pretends to champion workers.
Elon MicroTool's public regret over his recent social media attacks on Shitty Donaldo reveals the coward behind the keyboard warrior facade. The psychological profile of these tech billionaires is clear: they're playground bullies who fold the moment they face real consequences.
The Philosophical Reckoning
We're witnessing the systematic destruction of American democratic norms, and the bitter truth is that half the country is cheering for the demolition. The philosophical question that should keep every thinking person awake at night is this: What happens when a society actively chooses authoritarianism over freedom?
The answer is playing out in real-time, and it tastes like blood and smells like smoke. We're watching the American experiment fail in slow motion, and the most terrifying part is how normal it all feels. The boiling frog syndrome isn't just a metaphor—it's our lived reality.
The psychological conditioning is complete: we've been trained to accept the unacceptable, to normalize the abnormal, and to swallow shit while calling it chocolate. The rough texture of democratic erosion scrapes against our consciousness, but we've learned to ignore the pain.
The Unfinished Symphony
But here's what these authoritarian fucks don't understand: Americans have a breaking point, and we're getting closer to it every day. The smell of rebellion is in the air, mixing with the stench of corruption like a volatile cocktail ready to explode.
The question isn't whether resistance will emerge—it's what form it will take and whether it will be enough to save what's left of American democracy. The cold, hard truth is that we're running out of time, and the constitutional crisis is accelerating toward a point of no return.
The bitter irony is that Donaldo Fartfisted's military parade on Saturday might be the spark that ignites the very resistance he's trying to suppress. The psychology of oppression is simple: push people too far, and they push back. The only question is whether we'll push back hard enough, and soon enough, to matter.
Citations
“What the National Guard and the Marines can and cannot do in Los Angeles”- Associated Press, June 2025
Young, J. 2025 “Where else are protests happening around the US?” CNN
Bolton, A. 2025 “GOP backs Trump on LA, but there’s skepticism over deploying Marines” The Hill.
Fortinsky, S. 2025 “Senate Republican calls July 4 ‘false deadline’ for megabill” TheHill
It’s sad how history repeats itself. My brother & I were born in the USA because our mom ran away from the atrocities that happened in Germany. She would be horrified to see us having to face what she was protecting us from.
Americans are going to have to stand up for what we believe in not just pay it lip service.