Wednesday 30 July 2025 around 9 a.m.

I crashed on my boat last night. Like I do most nights. A tragic and catastrophic Tsunami was predicted to strike the California coastline at 12:15 this morning. It was all over the news. Images of Hawaiians rushing for higher ground. Interviews with our own Tsunami “expert” urging people to avoid beaches and especially marinas. Graphic details of water overwhelming the streets of San Francisco. My girlfriend and Trump disciple Joan called to confirm the impending strike. “The birds! They’re abandoning my pond! That’s a sign isn’t it?”

“A sign of what?”

“The Tsunami! I sent you the link. Didn’t you read it?”

“Relax. It’s no big deal”

“But what about the birds? They were all excited. Then they left. All of them left at the same time.”

“Birds?”

“The birds on my lake! They’ve all left.”

“Birds just making the rounds. Relax.”

“RELAX! How can you say that?”

“Birds not as smart as you think.”

“The birds know! They sense the Tsunami.”

“…I guess my Sea Gulls are dumber than yours.”

“What are you going to do?”

“About what?”

“The Tsunami.”

“Nothing.”

“How can you say that!?!”

“Bye, bye…”

A catastrophic Tsunami that wasn’t

Sometimes I’m wrong. Sometimes I get it right. People freak out. They secretly desire the drama. You had your bad ass Tsunami of 2011, I think, that hit Indonesia, killed 250,000 people. That was the real deal, of course. But by the time the waves hit Clipper Marina it was like a pool ripple at sea world. I watched it roll in. Calmly nudging bows of boats like snooze alerts at a rest home. Come on, man! The real deal was on the beaches of Indonesia. Same with this one. The real deal was in Russia.

Is this a Tsunami wave? Na… It’s a manta ray gobbling hull growth.

What about this Tsunami destruction? Nope. These rocks been around since Baby Face Nelson lived here.

What about the birds? Did all the birds leave?

Fat Chance…

Yeah, this Tsunami was a dud. I’m hoping for a big one. But I fear it aint gonna happen any time soon. Odds are better I’ll trip on my ass trying to cross Bridgeway Boulevard and get run over by a cement truck. Any of a number of fatal blows could strike me...within days. Or who knows? The big one might take me down after all. I’m keeping my fingers crossed…

The catastrophic Tsunami that is…

The real Tsunami is happening as I speak.

A slow motion Tsunami that just keeps rolling and gaining in momentum…

This one’s a metaphoric Tsunami.

It’s striking our political life. It’s real. It’s not fake. It started in 2016 and hit us like a ton of bricks. At first we didn’t know it cuz we were dazed by the craziness of it. Then, as it continued on, rolling, and tumbling, it became something more god-awful and horrible than we could ever have imagined. Like some kind of massive Mud Slide that just kept rolling over our asses…

This Tsunami, unlike natural disasters, is all the work of one man.

Hard to believe.

Crazier than fiction.

But not fake news. Perfectly real.

Which brings me to the title of my post.

THE POWER TO DOMINATE.

This is what a Tsunami does. It dominates.

Also, what this one man does.

He’s the real-deal Tsunami. Don’t take my word for it. Listen to the following Charlie Rose interview. Michael Wolff knows the mind of Donald Trump like nobody else does. He wrote four books about the man. He’s a confidant of people in Trump’s current administration. They call him up with the latest dirt. Wolf was also a confidant of Jeffry Epstein. They spent hours discussing Trump. If anybody can tell you with any sense of clarity the nature and the motives of this horrible living Tsunami, the killer of our Democracy, it’s Michael Wolf.

That’s why I’ve included it here.

Meanwhile, I’m keeping my fingers crossed.