We got this bad dude running the country. He used to be a con man, a bully and a sex offender. Among various depravities. But now he’s even worse. He’s gone crazy. Raw power has gone to his head. He’s not tripping. He’s flipping. I don’t know what to tell you. I heard him say it live: “a whole civilization will die tonight, unless Iran makes a deal.” The words just slurred off his lips. Like he can do mass slaughter if he likes. Nobody will stop him. They aint war crimes if he does them. Could be he’s putting on a act. The Mad King act. Or…maybe not.

8 April 2026 Wednesday 8:17 a.m.

Why do I date these blog posts? Maybe because I like to nail down my location in the moment. Like for instance at this moment in time I’m sitting here on the double lotus, typing this post.

The Old Boat.

Me. The Old Dude.

The Seagull’s outside. Awaiting a cracker.

Bird likes to perch on my stern rail.

That’s okay.

Sun brightens a cloudless sky.

My little corner of the planet is tranquil. I got nothing to be angry about.

Other locales are not so lucky

The world is a maelstrom drawing the unlucky into the abyss.

like a vortex created by a jet wing…

In other words,

out there in the world,

the shit is being stirred.

Those who make the news are delighting in the chaos.

While the masses outraged by the policies of the news makers rally in defiance.

Prompted by political organizers. You might call them Radical Left Lunatics. Like the President does. Or you might call them, like I do, just plain folks. I’m a Liberal Democrat. I’m of the mistaken notion that all normal thinking people are naturally Liberal Democrats. Of course I’m wrong. I’m living in the past. But that’s beside the point. nowadays all kinds of people are protesting the current administration. Peacefully protesting, I might add.

They’re not happy with Donald Trump. They’re doing what they can to make their voices heard. They’re getting a little help from a big shot or two.

This one wrote a song about the Minneapolis Debacle.

I imagine It’s nice to attend a No Kings Rally. Show your support. I haven’t gone to one yet. I may go to one eventually….if we’re still around. But for now I haven’t bothered to attend any of the rallies. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m not angry enough. Or, maybe it’s because I have this perception that none of the people who attend the rallies and marches, etc., are angry enough. Those who feel a need to protest the actions of the mad king gather not to vent their collective anger. They think they do. They think what they’re doing is an expression of rage. But is it? I think it’s the opposite. I think people gather at these No Kings rallies simply to feel good about themselves. That’s right. Feel good about themselves. About the country. About all the good people in a basically good country.

I think they’re fooling themselves.

You can’t get anywhere by feeling good about yourself. Waving a sign. Singing protest songs. Hugging each other.

You need to express your fucking rage!

You should be screaming with rage. Tossing Bricks. Tossing Molotov’s. Burning Public Buildings. Dancing around bonfires. Like the Watts Rioters did. Like every pissed off Ghetto Dweller’s done in every fucked up city run by crooked politicians and thug cops. Like the Iranians did in Tehran and all across their country. Get mad. Get Bloody fucking mad at the stooges and thugs doing Trump’s bidding. Carry clubs. Carry nooses. Hunt the fuckers. Track them down. Draw Blood!

I’m just saying. I’m an old dude living on a old boat. I aint gonna do shit. I’m too old to give a damn. But that don’t mean I don’t understand what ought to be done. Before anything else. You need to get mad. You need to say to yourself,

I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore

You need to shout it out the window. Like the crazy News Anchor demanded in the film NETWORK.

That’s right. A person as crazy as Trump. A Psychotic who’ll help you to articulate the rage you feel.

What you need is another Howard Beale.

Remember Howard Beale?